The Poetical of Revolt

The poet will be discontented even in the streets of heaven, said Simon. Gregory wagged his heavy red hat with a slow and sad smile. There are things going right, he cried, that is poetical. Our digestions, for instance, going sacredly and silently right, that is the foundation of all poetry. The girl wins for a flash at the unpleasant word, but Simon was too hot to eat her.