Reflect Poem by Vi Lanflagle

Perhaps it's a good thing that Violetta has not read much poetry. What will happen when the old masters possess her psyche and sub-conscious? After the Romantic orchestrations of John Keats and Shelley have seared her brain, after she has bathed in Shakespeare and then flown with cummings, as here, after Yeats takes her to Bethlehem and T.S. Elliot etherizes her upon a table, after Plath tries to depress her and take her from us, after Auden teaches her the law, and Hopkins shows her Beauty Pied, she will be a divine master adored by all the ages until the sun explodes and we're all vaporized.