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Modern Verse For The Railway
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Vertically they have gone to see the horizon
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
Not under foreign skies
Nor under foreign wings protected -
I shared all this with my own people
There, where misfortune had abandoned us.
Although it is a cold evening,
down by one of the fishhouses
an old man sits netting,
his net, in the gloaming almost invisible,
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow,
the distinguishable flakes
looked like krill
you haven't lived
until you've been in a
with nothing but one
In the pond in the park
all things are doubled:
Long buildings hang and
wriggle gently. Chimneys
The walls have come out of doors
Narrows are the passages, many are the footprints
On the steep rock where the sun lies half reclined
Jumping over one's shadow, falling headlong
When the Dean said we could not cross campus
until the students gave up the buildings,
we lay down, in the street,
we said the cops will enter this gate
It is a cramped little state with no foreign policy,
Save to be thought inoffensive. The grammar of the language
Has never been fathomed, owing to the national habit
Of allowing each sentence to trail off in confusion.
Rintrah roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.
Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues
perhaps one should say enterprise
out of respect for which
one says one need not change one's mind
To Frank O’Hara
Sometimes when my eyes are red
I go up on top of the RCA Building
Today the Masons are auctioning
their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans,
gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes
labeled inside the collar "Potentate"
Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea;
'Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good enough to go on taking daytime baths, as the lakes and rivers will still be with plenteous waters, and at the end of the day, nightfall will be pleasant with fascinating moon, and in such nights Love-god can somehow be almost mollified...[who tortured us in the previous vernal season... but now without His sweltering us, we can happily enjoy the nights devouring cool soft drinks and dancing and merrymaking in outfields...]
The blasted gale burns through the forest Tearing and shredding brown leaves asunder All creatures seek shelter from the slashing rain Black clouds heave and jostle to shut out the light Roofing sheets rough torn from lumber buildings Fly through the air to rip and tear where they land
In coastal towns mankind hides and prays to God Save us, save us please Lord and all we hold dear Centuries of mans' creation so easily demolished As mighty seas invade the streets and buildings Families huddle around dying embers in the hearth Only a fool would venture out to replenish the fuel
No bombs, no bullets
no guns, no war-tanks
no soldiers, no gunshots
no missiles, no explosions
On a school trip to Paris
you slept upon my shoulder
and I dared not move for hours
sleepy Sanae, sat up late again
What can money, gold and diamonds do when one is caught by heavy storm
With floods occupying and inundating buildings and skyscrapers due to
water-bodies are occupied by buildings everywhere with no way for flood
Water to drain and go out on its natural course to the sea finally...?
How white and bright were the lovely days
When tall buildings were rarely seen
No obstacle for the dancing naughty sea breeze
That moved like ecstatic girls of nice nineteen.
Hurricanes are massive…they devastate cities, homes…and more.
But hurricanes are natural disasters…we can't stop them from coming ashore.
We have come to realize that hurricanes, swirling off the water, are the norm…
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