When heavy mists decided to retreat
And undertows turned down their graze
The hoary ocean accepted his defeat
And distant shore ahead arose ablaze

How many nights have seen the face
Of loud joys and silent wonders
Coimbra! What a lovely place
Your songs kept captive spanless numbers

And even more fell in a slumber
Under her lulling velvet tunes
Her poems spurt with blood of umber
But then it’s you who’s left with wounds

Side note: consider it a crime
To put blanc feelings in a rhyme

By your hands, goddess, worlds unfold
Titanic scale whilst I’m a grain
You built up castles made of gold
For those who taught you how to tame

I would have never thought the same
Why say this world is small for us?
It is no one but you to blame
It is a lie to live by thus

Who will now hold this awry mass?
There is no time for this no more
Just promise when you’ll stop to pass -
Leave me a letter neath the door

And hide between the lines an aught
That won’t let blinded psyche rot

Margaret Gorman,        the first Miss America
will always be to me    the best Miss America;
not the most beautiful - that would be Lee Meriwether
& Vanessa Williams & Savvy
Shields; but lists of beautiful women grow tiresome; -
beauty is not a statistic:          [just the first to set the
precedent   that a cute                    girl in a swimsuit
(in those days they work undershorts
& stockings & sandals [Margaret wore
Roman sandals  w/ expensive French stockings                  in 1921-22
when receiving
what in those days
was called     the Loving Cup (an actual silver  cup);
equal to the        Laurel Crown & Gold Medal:
which reflect the Tiara & Scepter of Royalty;
but more royal, given roses instead of a weapon;
a jeweled tiara so there won't be any real power
besides monetary value: [still in all,  should the Queen ask
for a head she will duly   receive it: it is the one command,
somewhat like nuclear codes which the Queen
     of all worlds can give which must be obeyed by her loyal subjects:
[in the ancient days soldiers & athletes trained, competed & fought naked: a tradition which carried     over to the beauty queen  via the swimsuit competition: bathing beauties weren't brown bag       ****-y Cuties:  
        this is the dividing line for the Revolution; [BP bringing that furtive trade to a highly collectible art -
try finding one of those brown        
                        bags these days!]
whoever does not go  along         w/ her cries out
for her head                                      & they get it:
w/out this love of Spencerian global proportions
there would be death & rioting the world over:
when man no longer loves his Queen,
& when               she dies,  no new queen
rises for generations;
so, into this moral-existential       breach
flies the super heroine -         supermodel-
      Supergirl - somebody's little girl- [like Saint Joan]              to fill
the role of conquering hero: [Saint Joan paved the way for napoleon - but ****** was into **** - way too gay, hateful, killing Geli & Eva like dogs: Leni was lucky she had a good heart & the Allies let her skate: a true artist -
I follow her; follow me; she defeated ugliness
                                               & conquered Beauty:
it's   more complex than that - she defeated Death
&       wears Beauty as Death's timeless immortal skin