If your work is shouting, deep-breasted,nFrom sun-up to sundown,nTake care in time, a shouter you'll become.nnVoiced, and only big, big voice,nNo other route but voice --nUncorked, fragrant, tanned beneath the sun.nnStoke it in the middle.nBurn, shout.nnI had a dream that I presented myself to younAnd that you took me,nSawdust still in the corner needing sweeping.nnAnd in the sunny, dusty corner of the taking,nThat you yourself were took --nPossessed, in fact, if even on briefly.nnStoke it in the middle.nBurn, shout.nnO, how curious the safehousenBetwixt studious and drunk:nWe wail as well over wine as we do loss.nnBid you more than holy worksnFrom standing by my side.nI bid you back what I have taken from you.