I tried to ride my Pegasus indoors,
Twisting and turning, bending over backwards
To clear each lintel and get through every door.
Like Doctor Johnson’s standing dog, I made
Such tricks a legend in the riding trade —
The wonder that it could be done at all,
But poetry’s a wild and willful jade
Not easily tamed, nor locked up in a stall;
Not made for pawing in a lecture room
Or fancy jumping at a riding school
Or prancing children on the carousel.
I tried to ride my Pegasus indoors
To please a pack of asses, come to bray
At my fool antics, grudging me applause
And letting me collect a little …