Hawthorne
by LOUIS COXE
HE thought the others slaves of a delusion,
As he was bond to a despotic past.
He felt naked before Margaret Fuller’s vision;
He moved through Concord a sardonic guest.
As he was bond to a despotic past.
He felt naked before Margaret Fuller’s vision;
He moved through Concord a sardonic guest.
The long-dead sinners called to him from pens
Of desire. Old curses fell on subtle ears;
No one loathed more than he the unlocked sins
That opened, beckoning, like so many doors.
Of desire. Old curses fell on subtle ears;
No one loathed more than he the unlocked sins
That opened, beckoning, like so many doors.
Lust for the naked impulse turned him sick
At sight of Story’s marbles. Only Melville
Could know the preposterous itching of the back,
Warning approach of the familiar devil.
At sight of Story’s marbles. Only Melville
Could know the preposterous itching of the back,
Warning approach of the familiar devil.