Liz

I have to animate the spirit of the thing –

provoke, imagine it into a sentient force –

endowed with potent human qualities – to bring

a habitable understanding of the course

of instinct it can’t not intend to take: an aim

so full of ways and means and ends

that they supply a personality – and name:

a new addition to my sneaky tribe of friends.

Anthropomorphic though this obviously is,

it seems, for vivid meaning, I require it –

so let me introduce you, if I may, to Liz –

who, though you may not overmuch desire it,

now makes us bear the weight of her tumidity:

she is that heaviness of summer air: humidity.

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