OF SIR FRANCIS BACON
Of this, of that, of almost anything—
I never tired of inquiring;
I once was England’s foremost essayist,
My curiosity the busiest
Of anyone I knew, insatiable,
And of my scribblings I had cartons full:
Of fame, of honor, and of glory I
Aspired by always asking what and why
And who and how and wherefore endlessly,
Urgent to fathom all reality.
And though I’d never be definitive,
I prayed that my attempts to know might live.