Cabezón
I see you shuffle up Washington Street
whenever I am driving much too fast:
you, chub & bug-eyed, jaw like a loaf
. . .
I see you shuffle up Washington Street
whenever I am driving much too fast:
you, chub & bug-eyed, jaw like a loaf
. . .
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream . . .
I called a man today. After he said
hello and I said hello came a pause
during which it would have been . . .
Calmly we walk through this April’s day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier, . . .
We tied branches to our helmets.
We painted our faces & rifles
with mud from a riverbank, . . .
Up the reputable walks of old established trees
They stalk, children of the nouveaux riches; chimes
Of the tall Clock Tower drench their heads in blessing: . . .
If on your grandmother's birthday you burn a candle
To honor her memory, you might think of burning an extra
To honor the memory of someone who never met her, . . .
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout, . . .
Below the gardens and the darkening pines
The living water sinks among the stones,
Sinking yet foaming till the snowy tones . . .
The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses—
How beautiful when we first beheld it, . . .