Huf Hale


Silver Guilt - Poem by Huf Hale

Silver guilt, silver guilt
My birth was not a festival,
No ceremonies were held,
No priests gathered, I was not anointed,
But the firey palms of my mother were overwhelmed,
They were traintracks across which my youth spent many days cradled,
Hopsital,
I was not praised, I was not awarded medals,
I was not declared anything pretentious nor given any titles,
I was not thought of as a savior,
I was not a king, nor a prince,
I desired nothing, I desired breath,
I didn't know what breath was,
I still don't know why I breathe,
And I still don't know what breath is,

Silver guilt, silver guilt,
9 to 5 for what?
To return to a quiet family,
A chore-ridden wife,
A stressed child,
And a color-screen television,
I desire nothing, no one desires anything from I,
I hope you're satisfied,
No journey,
Silver guilt,
Nicotined lungs,
Face for the radio,
Sandpapered coffins on sale,
Find out the price,
You fork ransoms to die,


- Huf Hale, written 5 August 1963


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Huf Hale, poet who died tragically at the age of 22 in the 60's,1966 to be specific, and I was going through a bookstores scattered classic and in some trash heap I dug up a journal with the words 'Huf Hale' emboldened on the cover. I thought it looked interesting, so I read through it and it was a collection of poems by a young poet called Huf Hale, who I assume is from France. More information when I find out more information! I'm just posting his work.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, October 8, 2012


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