Warren Falcon

Freshman - 592 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Jack Spicer Makes Me Weep This Morning - Poem by Warren Falcon

Jack Spicer makes me weep this morning
waking up, bitterest espresso and heart's
tourettes, expostulations against what is
trying to enter in through the window...

workman on the roof across the passage,
shirt off, sweats, gleams, banded brow,
suddenly a cry erupts unstopt past my
mouth & ears, 'Snow man! Upon the bleak pitch! '

then hear, he is singing out loud in
creosote, the sweetest song, of black
hands, black eyes wet, black brush
tar thick in slow rhythms,
'Coo coo roo coo coo, paloma'...

then Spicer breaks to shadows
across the page, a fruit fly
insists upon the sweetness this poem,
Spicer's gift:

'I am going to ask Christ to give
me back my childhood, ripe with sunburn and feathers and a
wooden sword.'**

Poet's Notes about The Poem

**from, Jack Spicer's 'Song for September' which is his translation and reorienting of Federico Garcia Lorca's poem, 'Balad of the Little Plaza'. Spicer's poem may be found in his collected poems entitled, My Vocabulary Did This To Me, p 151.

Lorca's poem can be found in translation in The Selected Poems of Federico Garcia Lorca, p 7.

Comments about Jack Spicer Makes Me Weep This Morning by Warren Falcon

  • Rookie Karen Rosa (7/11/2014 11:13:00 AM)

    Thank you. Spicer sometimes talks to me (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 25, 2012

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