I Met a Madman
I met a madman in the market today,
we watched each other eye to eye
and then he smiled and I smiled too
for we had a conspiracy.
He was mad because the others said so
and I was mad because men presumed I was sane.
And then again our eyes met, and I was sure we had
met before. It was as if he wore a mask for fun,
to hide the man who peeped through the slits to mock
his fellow men...
What made him mad?
The author has the catholicity of choice both of subject and of verse he presents in this slender book, thus seems natural. His idiom conforms to his subject, he is jazzy when writing sensually of jazz; rustic when speeding through the green countryside on an express train; and philosophical when versifying about books South China Morning Post
CONDITION: Soft cover in taped on wraps, Charles Tuttle Co., 1966, published in Japan, 1966, 360 Yen, text in English, moderate overall wear. 56 pages
