Marlowe and Leander
Whoso speaks, dreams—
Dreams of a sunless waste:
Suspended far off feeling,
Where thinkers free to fly, flee
From interpretation — reinterpretation;
And imitation — origination, alike.
To loosen those responsible coils,
Conscience makes pretenders of us all,
Bound to depiction’s precious standards.
Instead, turn free from beauty
Floating on an ugly joke;
Free as Marlowe and Leander,
Drifted from their lyric bed:
Home, I describe, a land without sound.