Ted Berrigan Poems
|2.||New Personal Poem||10/29/2015|
|4.||In The Wheel||4/20/2010|
|11.||10 Things I Do Every Day||4/20/2010|
|12.||Buddha On The Bounty||4/20/2010|
|14.||Things To Do On Speed||2/9/2012|
|15.||Easter Monday [excerpt]||2/9/2012|
|18.||Things To Do In New York (City)||2/9/2012|
|19.||Personal Poem #9||2/9/2012|
|24.||A Certain Slant Of Sunlight||1/20/2003|
A Certain Slant Of Sunlight
In Africa the wine is cheap, and it is
on St. Mark's Place too, beneath a white moon.
I'll go there tomorrow, dark bulk hooded
against what is hurled down at me in my no hat
which is weather: the tall pretty girl in the print dress
under the fur collar of her cloth coat will be standing
by the wire fence where the wild flowers grow not too tall
her eyes will be deep brown and her hair styled 1941 American
will be too; but
I'll be shattered by then
But now I'm not and can also picture white clouds
impossibly high in blue sky over small boy heartbroken
to be ...
In The Wheel
The pregnant waitress asks
'Would you like
some more coffee?'
Surprised out of the question
I wait seconds 'Yes,
I think I would!' I hand her
my empty cup, &
'thank you!' she says. My pleasure.