-The old movie-

When Myrna Loy
Sat upon the porch-swing
Beneath a clear, star-filled sky

Conversing tentatively with Cary Grant
In the old movie: “The Bachelor

And the Bobbysoxer,” 
Each syllable of every word
Dancing from her liquid mouth

Was pronounced with a delicacy
And fragrance which moved
The English language

Far from its Germanic stiffness
Into the fluid, romance of the French.

I’d like Myrna Loy to read my poems
To the Academy wearing the dress
She wore on the porch that night.

With her eyes wide-set across her face,

The observer travels slowly
Eye to eye, planet to planet

Where dancing syllables pour
From her mouth like a rare wine,—

The slow grapes drawing, the finish
Of earth's minerals exhaling as it speaks.
There, the staid academicians
Sit in black evening tails of fine material,

The dress of the porch that summer night
Draping around her form like a sixth epidermis.

She warms the old men up:

"Gentlemen,— "The old movie":

"When I sat upon the porch-swing

Beneath a clear, star-filled sky..."