名人诗歌|Now

Now

Say nay^1，

Man dry man，

Dry lover mine

The deadrock base and blow the flowered anchor，

Should he， for centre sake， hop^{2 in the dust，}

Forsake^{3， the fool， the hardiness4 of anger.}

Now

Say nay，

Sir no say，

Death to the yes，

the yes to death， the yesman and the answer，

Should he who split his children with a cure

Have brotherless his sister on the handsaw.

Now

Say nay，

No say sir

Yea the dead stir，

And this， nor this， is shade， the landed crow，

He lying low with ruin in his ear，

The cockrel's tide upcasting from the fire.

Now

Say nay，

So star fall，

So the ball fail，

So solve the mystic sun， the wife of light，

The sun that leaps on petals^{5 through a nought6，}

the come-a-cropper rider of the flower.

Now

Say nay

A fig^{7 for}

The seal of fire，

Death hairy-heeled and the tapped ghost in wood，

We make me mystic as the arm of air，

The two-a-vein， the foreskin， and the cloud.