Stand.

Joan Mitchell - 'Blue Territory' (American 1972)

I have heard you carrying on while I slept.

There is a way of expression that comes from an

Old place--some of it is laughing and some of it is

Listening to you.

Such a duty it is to gather up these crooked toys

And busted things.

As if from behind a thick, cold curtain i see the playful edge of the sun.

This play pen, this Parthenon, will rot,

And some of it will stand.