Metamorphosis (Joyce Kilmer) @ ELCore.Net

Metamorphosis

He was an evil thing to see—
Of joy his mouth was desolate;
His body was a stunted tree,
His eyes were pools of lust and hate.

Now silverly the linnet sings
On leaves that from his temples start,
And gay the yellow crocus springs
From the rich clod that was his heart.

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Created April 5, 2001; not revised.