A lifetime onward, I know now the bubbler In the school playground said things in my ear As I soaked up the coolness with pursed lips. “Bellerophon, framed by rejected Antea, Has slain the Chimaera.” I was too young to know these whispering Refreshments were the classic voice of time Drenching the world. But it got into me Somehow, and when I wiped my mouth and chin My lips were tingling with the urge to speak. The bubblers, a generation later Fed girls of Asian origin with the rush Of ancient love-talk as they stood tiptoe, Their cheeks awash. “The…