Drum on your drums, batter on your banjoes,
sob on the long cool winding saxophones.
Before the beginning
God created God
I must tell you
this young tree
(Español)
Hombres necios que acusáis
as the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very
The red globe of light, the liquor green,
the pulsing arrows and the running fire
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart For the joys of the multitude.
When plastered billboards scream with slogans
'fight for your country, go to battle'
Black woman with the blond wig on
you're living an illusion.
God lay dead in heaven;
Angels sang the hymn of the end;
Each star a rung,
night comes down the spiral
By A Foreigner
I like Americans.
There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
A box with paints from childhood's time: The colors of town are earth and grime.
Paterson lies in the valley under the Passaic Falls
its spent waters forming the outline of his back. He
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light
Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!
"Tryna get to sunny Californy" -
Boom. It's the awful raincoat
Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow?
The bricks are the color of blood
and very small.
"I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion.
Ten hours of steady rain had driven him to crawl beneath a sack of rice.
NYC Blues
Big time time hard on on me blues
This is not water running here,
These thick rebellious streams
By A Foreigner
I like Canadians.
The last walls of shame fell,
And we rejoiced...
Some thirty inches from my nose
The frontier of my Person goes,
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
Tiempos is longin' lookin'
for third world laughter
That brown girl's swagger gives a twitch
To beauty like a Queen,
You are disdainful and magnificant--
Your perfect body and your pompous gait,
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