Monolog of an Effigy

When my charitable fellow-writers                were burning my effigy and not poking my guts with their pocket-knives —                     thank God! They wasted on me           their bottle [...]

Landlord

As a king’s public room Needs the assistance of a chair, His house needs the height of a hill To assist the public mind. The downcast upward look Is a hill’s requisition No less than a chair’s [...]