Jerome Rothenberg Poems
|1.||A Paradise of Poets||7/29/2015|
|2.||I Am the President of Regulation||11/26/2015|
|3.||A Poem for the Cruel Majority||5/6/2016|
|4.||Der Gilgul (The Possessed)||5/6/2016|
|6.||I Fail As a Celibate||5/6/2016|
|7.||Blake's Babes: A Prophecy||5/6/2016|
|8.||45 I Give Up My Identity||5/6/2016|
|9.||Lorca Variation 34 A Book of Hours||5/6/2016|
|10.||The Lorca Variations (I) "Lorca's Spain: A Homage"||5/6/2016|
|11.||The Lorca Variations (XXVIII) "For Turtles"||5/6/2016|
|12.||Autobiography 1997 The First One Hundred||5/6/2016|
|13.||That Dada Strain||5/6/2016|
|14.||The Lorca Variations (Xxviii) &Quot;For Turtles&Quot;||1/20/2015|
|15.||The Chicago Poem||2/18/2015|
|16.||The Case For Memory||1/20/2003|
|17.||I Will Not Save the World||5/6/2016|
Comments about Jerome Rothenberg
I Will Not Save the World
I like to cross
these borders. They take place
between the dead & dead.
I make my mind up
to be honest
only I fail to meet
I will not save the world.
The power in my blood
runs through my shoe.
I have never known fatigue
but know it now. I whistle
& the dog sits still
Nobody else is resting
or in love.
The taste of death is in my mouth.
I suck it like an arm
until it breaks me.
It is the fate of animals
the small lives left behind.
The children in the woods
run by ...
The Chicago Poem
the bridges of Chicago
are not the bridges of Paris
or the bridges of Amsterdam
except they are a definition
almost no one bothers to define
like life full of surprises
in what now looks to be the oldest
modern American city
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