For his birthday, I gave Stanley a hyacinth bean,
He said, Mark, I have just the place for it!
anticipating the arrival of this particular vine.
I thought poetry a brace against time,
but his allegiance is not to permanent forms.
budding and rot and then the coming up again;
why prefer any single part of the round?
I think he could be forever pleased
He writes it down. Heaven steadies
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