INVOCATION
Across the pond
early in the century
goes H.D. and Frost
freely criss-crossed
to meet Eliot,
Yeats and Pound
hearing the sound
of voices in its lot
like dry leaves
the soul reprieves,
soon Spain will be
in the pictorial bane
with editorial adolescence
from its Escorial plain,
now does poetry
in our modern efflorescence
as Auden says,
make any difference.
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