I'm envious of W.B. Yeats
and his damn rough beast slouching towards Bethlehem.
I'm envious of T.S. Eliot
and his bloody singing mermaids.
I'm envious of Wallace Stevens
and his goddamn thirteen blackbirds.
Hell, I'm even envious of William Wordsworth
and his host of fucking daffodils.
© Debra She Who Seeks 2006