Living
The Re-echo Club: as by Percy Bysshe Shelley (Cubist Nude)
From The Re-echo Club
Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
Nude thou never wert.
Not from Heaven nor near it
Breathed thy cubic heart
In profuse stairs of unintelligible art.
What thou art, we know not;
What is thee most like?
Snakes tied in a bow-knot?
Stovepipes on a strike?
Or Bellevue inmates on a Suffrage hike!
We look before and after,
And pine thy face to see;
Our sincerest laughter
Is aroused by thee.
Art thou perchance the sad cube root of 23?
Codex Note
A parody by Carolyn Wells, written in the manner of Percy Bysshe Shelley as a contribution to the imagined Re-Echo Club (Cubist Nude).
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MLA
Wells, Carolyn. “The Re-echo Club: as by Percy Bysshe Shelley (Cubist Nude).” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/310/.
Chicago
Wells, Carolyn. “The Re-echo Club: as by Percy Bysshe Shelley (Cubist Nude).” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/310/.
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