Underline


I don't underline words writing letters
Who would dare point things out to one's betters
I would prefer to remember everything
Like the words of the songs I like to sing
Life is more than someone's study technique
It is hard to understand the oblique
Once words are used we are by its rules bound
The truth of saints and the lies of a hound
Are kneaded to a dough and will be sold
So the story for long years will be told
To the two ears of forever's offsprings
For all the vain comforts that learning brings
When things can be remembered just in time
To find that fine something with which to rhyme

Lucignano, 5 2 2007