I do not know what you are
Angel or demon
Wise men have invented names for you
Out of the happiness you bestowed
Where you stayed
Was life smooth as Death's peace
And gay as a childs praying.
I was very wise on a time
Telling to no man
Your secret hill
But in my own heart confiding …
Until until
I broke with the iron hammer of Vulgarity
The crystal bowl
And cupped my hands for common charity
§ Title and corrections are in pencil.
· Line 12, 'Untill' becomes 'Until'.
· Line 15, 'spread' becomes 'cupped'
