Alfred Kreymborg Poems

Brother Tree:
Why do you reach and reach?
Do you dream some day to touch the sky?
Brother Stream:
...

The sky
Is that beautiful old parchment
In which the sun
And the moon
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WE want a man of forty for the job.
One who has enjoyed his little fill of romance.
And suffered intermittent indigestion ever since.
...

There has been
Another death.
This time
I bring it to you.
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If a lad's but a lad in the heart of a town,
Is it mad he has grown, or a dunce or a clown,
When he crowns common sights with delights of his own?
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Its posterior pushing
its long thin body
a procession of waves lifting its head-
a green caterpillar:
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Up and down he goes
With terrible, reckless strides,
Flaunting great lamps
With joyous swings—
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What animal you are
or whether you are
an animal, I
am too dumb to tell.
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Our door was shut to the noon-day heat.
We could not see him.
We might not have heard him either—
Resting, dozing, dreaming pleasantly.
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NEVER a mouse
chases ever a tail,
never a mouse ever sees
that always a cat
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