Marching in the Good Old Way

Finally having done it—

just marched right through it.
It was a clean, well-lighted

place in the sticks,
maybe near the Tuileries,
wherever they

may be. A secret
encounter of the hoods
on a clean, well-lighted

corner of the street,
we hand over the goods
for knowledge of finally having done it.

Always a ridiculous
amount of foolishness
to be inspected from a clean well-lighted

viewpoint, firm as a brick—
having well-memorized the odes.
Finally having made it
clean and well-lighted!