What does my poem mean? There are sufficient shadows
Along the boulevard to make all visits hidden.
My images do not need that question, even if questions
Lurk in the background among the sighs.
Here is a volume by Ben Mazer; choose your diplomat;
The lady and Nostradamus are at Harvard, getting high.
Delmore Schwartz edited poems and baseball cards
And now he is a baseball card, fancy that!
His collection is missing T.S. Eliot and John Crowe Ransom—the black cat!
Lee Harvey Oswald wrote a novel; or am I thinking
Of Dame Edith Sitwell? I believe the library is sinking.
They gave us a tour along the swamps at Boston College.
What does my poem mean? Pronounce it well.
The trees understand your fashionable knowledge.