IRRADIATIONS: 10, by JOHN GOULD FLETCHERPoet's Biography
First Line: The trees, like great jade elephants Last Line: Would I were tossed on the wrinkled backs of those trees.
The trees, like great jade elephants, Chained, stamp and shake 'neath the gadflies of the breeze; The trees lunge and plunge, unruly elephants: The clouds are their crimson howdah-canopies, The sunlight glints like the golden robe of a Shah. Would I were tossed on the wrinkled backs of those trees.
