The Question

Well now, I wonder --
was it perhaps of my own dear
father, or of my own dear mother,
or of other

things
entirely, that I was think-
ing
(hang

on -- was it not of some Sioux or Apache
chieftain, perch-
ance? No,

no -- well, what was it now?)
when I say down, some minutes ago, with the purpose
-- the 'express' purpose -- of writing a poem?
                                    Was it all of these, perhaps?        

N. Duploom