From The Poems of Marianne Moore, edited by Grace Schulman
NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE
Percieving that in a masked ball
attitude, there is a hollowness
that beauty's light momentum can't redeem;
since disproportionate satisfaction anywhere
lacks proportionate air,
he let us know without offense
by his hands' denunciatory
upheaval, that he despised the fashion
of curing us with an ape -- making it his care
to smother us with fresh air.
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