In Which the Poet Espies a Yellow House
Sing what no neighbor dares confess Amid the squalid safety of the new (Constructed character of mismatched cubes, Rectilinear gardens, monochrome)— This cottage clothed in cheerful dereliction, The color of a child’s shining sun, With window-box and dooryard in a mania Of zinnia, petunia, gazania— Accidentally annexed, arrises askew, Gilded, bowered, vine-rife, breeze-cleaned, bird-rung. Why scorn what abundant life includes, Careless or a contrary ambition? Whatever saints and sinners call this home,