Buildings Poems

Modern Verse For The Railway
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Vertically they have gone to see the horizon
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It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
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Although it is a cold evening,
down by one of the fishhouses
an old man sits netting,
his net, in the gloaming almost invisible,
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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,
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Not under foreign skies
Nor under foreign wings protected -
I shared all this with my own people
There, where misfortune had abandoned us.
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In the pond in the park
all things are doubled:
Long buildings hang and
wriggle gently. Chimneys
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When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow,
the distinguishable flakes
blowing sideways,
looked like krill
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you haven't lived
until you've been in a
flophouse
with nothing but one
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This institution,
perhaps one should say enterprise
out of respect for which
one says one need not change one's mind
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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Rintrah roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.
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To Frank O’Hara


Sometimes when my eyes are red
I go up on top of the RCA Building
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Today the Masons are auctioning
their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans,
gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes
labeled inside the collar "Potentate"
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For Louise Crane


In your next letter I wish you'd say
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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;
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O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, --
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Smash down the cities.
Knock the walls to pieces.
Break the factories and cathedrals, warehouses
and homes
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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
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No bombs, no bullets
no guns, no war-tanks
no soldiers, no gunshots
no missiles, no explosions
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CARBONDIOXIDE
Poem by Chan Mongol
May 29 of 2022
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On a school trip to Paris
you slept upon my shoulder
and I dared not move for hours
sleepy Sanae, sat up late again
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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...?
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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.
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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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One day the Hillbrow Tower started to cry.
Real tears poured down its sides
collected in the gutters,
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