Sunday, February 03, 2008

Whitman's Ghost Takes a Tour of the City

Ony nine people looked at the table of contents on the poetry site. And they did not look at any poetry.

thanks but come on man. at least rad one!

Whitman's Ghost Takes a Tour of the City*

The goddess sits in the axhandle park:
she would give more grain, but corn won't grow
in our streets.
The trees can lift their arms skyward,
but their hands and hair sprout flames.
Indidolons time,
when the old shade goes loafing (though evening
can't come any closer). Could he manage disembodiment
before now, the fire of the flower would still
be there by chance.

But you, knowing the richer reds
and deeper blues appear briefly at dusk
then withdraw into their own flame...
He goes out at evening, shirt long, baggy as a coat,
his white beard flows from the sack-like face,
the outstretched hat-brim;
he has made himself bewildered: Where are the poets
chanting to the multitude? The headlong, vulgar, robust
freedoms of the crowd? Is there only you?
Bleating out this quick-flaring image? You chant
the gawk-shuffle, art-patter, and wonder how the plant

ever let you in. The inferno of the city blazes
around us, we detail its hidden lights.

*This Selection was originally in both A Rule of Three, the Chapbook and the poems used in Negations.


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