Kepler's Discovery of Elliptical Orbits

Abstract

Undercooked and the spice last year's, But the serving girl not bad And a slap causes her to leap Over the bench, but smiling, With a giggle that says slap me Again and the lace of her bodice Just becoming bedraggled, the bow Already undone and for the change in my pocket No doubt a room could be rented with her in it, Laughing and spicy and all the energy Of a fresh horse whipped, and whip I might. Whip, and she goes over The table, her wonderful two-hands rear In a plate of hash, dusted off with the backs Of her fingers. A man might be pressed To last an hour with her, or even Three men: a woman who never winds down, Water rushing from the mountains at flood, Yesterday's bread crumbs in her hair and stew On the last of her arms and nothing about her Held firmly in place, but strong, All the strength and the understanding of what With a gentleman or any man or the boy Taken by the inn to draw the water, She could do, a citizen needing Only a solid bed, good flooring, Air in great bites and an earth Immobile.