Lowell weighed two-hundred. Three solid years Of weights took me to only one-eighty-seven, But aside from his modes I might Be the stronger: less influenced By family, no noblesse oblige But entering the Marine Corps While he objected conscientiously -- No doubt frightening more But I never mastered madness Nor drinking nor smoking incessantly And my heart is still sound While his gave out in a New York taxi; Yet he to hear him was a professional While I he would say am an amateur: Quite right. Writing at night Because I like to but not needing To push my words upon a disinterested World or influence a coterie Of suicidal children taking classes Under my care. Caring will destroy The joy of writing for those not Lowell. --- This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. http://www.avast.com