Pro voyka pomouka a vouk u chatu.
One speaks of the wolf and it runs into the house.
You mustn’t say THE WOLF;
instead, say the gentleman in a gray suit
the hunger artist
my long-toothed grandma
the man-eyed beast
You must say WOLF like
the word is
a pen
cil
cut in half
by the water’s
level;
a thing unsplit
but existing in two
places.
According
to your eye:
a paradox.
You mustn’t say THE BEAR;
instead, say the world’s hairiest man
the growler-drinker
the botherer of bees
our premier wax-collector;
Not THE _____________
but the belly-walker
the S-whip
the legless fang-puppy
The word resists; must resist—
the word is
what calls the beast.