59: Sonnets are ok, nothing new here — it’s a revolution just the same—

whether better or worse, let’s
labor for invention, admire images composed of your frame.

As for me, there’ll be no wonder but you.

And if nothing else, let’s
record what had been before —

O sure we’re freaked by antique words —
whether looking backwards —We praise the old world
seeing you first in character and wit, the same as you.