Mina Loy’s mother

Imagination is the source of sin. 

If this is a truth then I can't wait to begin, 

Take PRIDE in my poems, one and all

With GREED devouring the words on the page as they fall. 

My WRATH shall be great if the poems they stop, 

I shall ENVY the writer who suffers no block. 

For the LUST of the word shall girdle my loins, 

So remember this well this for I may need your poetic coins 

So step back from the door as my poetic SLOTH, it slowly comes in. 

For my GLUTTONY of imagination will be the source of my sin.