[the reader is respectfully asked to read the notation at the bottom of part 1]
Barefoot, she says, is best; or otherwise,
cute socks for Autumn evenings' cooler hours.
Shoes can be tolerable in the rain
or snow when warmer comforts of the sun
are not available. But Poetry---
with its elations and emotions---is
always present: when summer blooms the bough
or winter strips it mercilessly bare.
But when she sits in her most favored chair,
a cherished book of verses in her hands,
the very thought of shoes falls, or drops dead.
During the pleasures that each poem presents,
a bounty opens to her to the full,
through which---barefoot, or just socks---she may glide
in moments that seem destined to her soul.