Outside his library window he could see
A gentle landscape terrified of grammar,
Cities where lisping was compulsory,
And provinces where it was death to stammer.
The hefty sprawled, too tired to care: it took
This donnish undersexed conservative
To start a revolution and to give
The Flesh its weapons to defeat the Book.
When devils drive the reasonable wild,
They strip their adult century so bare,
Love must be re-grown from the sensual child,
To doubt becomes a way of definition,
Even belles lettres legitimate as prayer,
And laziness a movement of contrition.