A Palindromic Poem
"To I, Lester"
A cotton eve, O, trap! Eden! O, television sad as night.
I wonder if senile sirs tell war days, Words selfless, drowsy...
A drawl lets rise lines fired [No!] With gin: Sad as "no" is, I've let one depart. O, eve-- Not to care...
--T. S. Eliot
(by Jesse K. Rosenthal)