I lack the wit and dash of Ogden Nash
Those hints of Browning’s ducal crimes
That hide within his rhymes,
Walt Whitman’s unrepentant storms
Rejecting our accepted norms;
Langston’s darker notes and hues:
A saxophonist riffing blues,
Sanburg’s urban elegiac,
Biblical, chanted, quite Hebraic.
No— not for me the great ones’ foyer—
That’s why I became a lawyer.