Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Fred Babbin Poems

201. Dearest Ruth 11/17/2007
202. I’m O.K. Jack 11/6/2007
203. Depression 12/7/2007
204. Am I O.K., Jack? 12/6/2007
205. Football 2/2/2008
206. A Photo Of An Old Grave (Courtesy Of Danny Reynolds) 5/26/2008
207. A Thought On Thought 11/11/2007
Best Poem of Fred Babbin

A Thought On Thought

I think that all higher animals - primates, mammalian and ornithic pets, etc. 'think' to a certain extent.

Why do I think?
There is no alternative.
I am condemned to think,
To be obsessed with thinking—
But so is my dog.

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I’m O.K. Jack

Death be nimble,
Death be quick,
Death blow out
My mortal wick.

Death and the Woman
(After Schubert)

Death was not nimble,
Death was not quick,
But death blew out
Her mortal wick
With cancer.

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