If all the good people were clever,
And all clever people were good,
The world would be nicer than ever
We thought that it possibly could.
But somehow 'tis seldom or never
The two hit it off as they should,
The good are so harsh to the clever,
The clever, so rude to the good!
So friends, let it be our endeavour
To make each by each understood;
For few can be good, like the clever,
Or clever, so well as the good.
Careful, Clever, pick your words
as wind pulling through that old box harp
Coleridge, and many others,went on about.
I'll read them on my throws and elbows,
let them pass, strong and absurd
to stir up dust and implications in my heart
Aquiver, then stilled with stagnant doubt,
until music strains me again, and goes.
Careful, Clever, pick your words.