A Servant To Servants by Robert Frost

O how glad I am
to come and camp
here on our land
myself to thank
I live so nice
a house of men
this should suffice
feelings expressed
in voice lifted
hand movements
explicit
voice-left me
feeling as I ought
to be
the lake it knows
me
wrongingly pretty
pitty pitty
patter
repeat it louder
the long the narrow
the running river
so short
and yet the mountain
tall
I wash my plates
I drink it in
with soda biscuits
and cinnamon

Here at the cabin
the lodging
the water dazzles
me
I wash my face
I unwrap
the morning
the Dragon’s Den
stormy night
delights me
through and through
fern-iture
feathers
and corkscrews

Wine fine I’m coming
I’ll be here
in a moment
drink your medicine
stop the commotion
inculcate me
when I say
ready
not sooner
the dinner won’t cook
itself you know

There that will do
I’m proud of the
bacon-fried
I didn’t bring it but
I serve it
so you can be
well-rounded
and glee
what’s profit
if not an exchange
of money?

Characters good-for
somethings
would you un-seem
for a day-dream
taboo game?
the doors remain
unlocked
we’re still waiting

One more guest
One more vocalist
spoken trist
silence
broken

fancy that
if only for the moment
a true place
of merri-mad-ment
what you did not say
pillow-teeth
softly biting
the night away

More I could say
but the attic clutter-ations
are sufficient
to catch-all
that is reminiscent
of this time
half past ours derves
hickory stick

well served