Kenneth Rexroth Poems
|1.||Vitamins And Roughage||4/7/2010|
|2.||Sottoportico San Zaccaria||4/7/2010|
|3.||Toward An Organic Philosophy||4/7/2010|
|4.||The Wheel Revolves||4/7/2010|
|6.||Climbing Milestone Mountain, August 22, 1937||4/7/2010|
|7.||On What Planet||12/22/2011|
|11.||Yin And Yang||4/7/2010|
|12.||A Lesson In Geography||4/7/2010|
|15.||Lyell’s Hypothesis Again||4/7/2010|
|16.||Falling Leaves And Early Snow||12/22/2011|
|17.||The Bad Old Days||4/7/2010|
|19.||Between Two Wars||12/22/2011|
|21.||Thou Shalt Not Kill||4/7/2010|
|23.||Gic To Har||1/20/2003|
Gic To Har
It is late at night, cold and damp
The air is filled with tobacco smoke.
My brain is worried and tired.
I pick up the encyclopedia,
The volume GIC to HAR,
It seems I have read everything in it,
So many other nights like this.
I sit staring empty-headed at the article Grosbeak,
Listening to the long rattle and pound
Of freight cars and switch engines in the distance.
Suddenly I remember
Coming home from swimming
In Ten Mile Creek,
Over the long moraine in the early summer evening,
My hair wet, smelling of waterweeds and mud.
I remember a sycamore in ...
I don’t mind the human race.
I’ve got pretty used to them
In these past twenty-five years.
I don’t mind if they sit next
To me on streetcars, or eat
In the same restaurants, if
It’s not at the same table.
However, I don’t approve
Of a woman I respect