grandmother poem

i have seen the proudest stars
through the broad earth's aching breast
i go my way complacently
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
when i was a boy at college
those black eyes i once so praised
do the boys and girls still go
to clothe the fiery thought
among the mountains i wandered
city that is not a city
as a naked man i go
there was a time in former years
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel