Literature

(for William Butler Yeats "Politics")

Why is it, that boy across the table,
My eyes set
On Richard or on Updike
Or on Kurt Vonnegut?
Still here's a restless man who knows
What he writes about,
And there's a poet
That has lived and loved,
And maybe what he says is real
Of romance and how it's better,
But O that I could have noticed him
And held his hand in watermelon sugar!