Red Quills

I wandered lonely as a crowd
That floats on high under veils that chill,
When all at once I saw a cloud,
A host of golden cockatiels;
Beside the Lake, nothing beneath my chemise,
Fluttering and dancing I fell upon a breeze

Continuous as the T.V. stars that whine
And Twinkle on their Milky Pay,
They stretched with never-ending neon signs
Along the margins of Off-Broadway:

Their maids beside them danced in full array
Out-did their sparkling waves of absurdity:
I gazed–and gazed–the glazed donut sought
What wealth to show such health is fraught:

For oft, when on my couch to my friends I lie
In vacant headed, expensive solitude
They flash their plumes, and upon my neighbors spy
With all the clamorous hiss of noodles strewed
And then my jonquil heart with pleasure thrills
And dances with sublimity revealed.