If you have something great to tell the world,
tell all the world, let everybody hear.
Let not your words through crooked teeth be snarled.
Snarls are digested by the hungry air.
Nor let the fashions and the styles of art
divert you into transient commerce.
Yours is a brave and heaven-seeking heart,
desired, desiring, by the universe.
Your Muse won’t love you if you cast your pearls
in tight-shut oysters, difficult to prise.
Throw them, instead, to common boys and girls.
They are a future who may yet wax wise.