Watching baseball, sitting in the sun, eating popcorn,
reading Ezra Pound,
and wishing that Juan Marichal would hit a hole right through the
Anglo-Saxon tradition in the first Canto
...
Oh you gatherer
of the fine ash of poetry
ash of the too-white flame
of poetry
...
The great Chinese dragon which is the greatest dragon in all the
world and which once upon a time was towed across the
Pacific by a crew of coolies rowing in an open boat—was
the first real live dragon ever actually to reach these shores
...
Long long I lay in the sands
Sounds of trains in the surf
in subways of the sea
...
I didn’t get much sleep last night
thinking about underwear
Have you ever stopped to consider
underwear in the abstract
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The changing light
at San Francisco
is none of your East Coast light
none of your
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The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where I first
fell in love
with unreality
...
A poet is born
A poet dies
And all that lies between
is us
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One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
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Driving a cardboard automobile without a license
at the turn of the century
my father ran into my mother
on a fun-ride at Coney Island
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