An ant on the tablecloth
Ran into a dormant moth
The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
Paterson lies in the valley under the Passaic Falls
its spent waters forming the outline of his back. He
Cocaine nose — cocaine nose
carefully takin' cocaine blows
The rows of cells are unroofed,
a flute for the wind's mouth,
O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
Down in the valley drumming, drumming?
Before the beginning
God created God
He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
I must tell you
this young tree
Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning
hours,
Black woman with the blond wig on
you're living an illusion.
When plastered billboards scream with slogans
'fight for your country, go to battle'
"Tryna get to sunny Californy" -
Boom. It's the awful raincoat
God lay dead in heaven;
Angels sang the hymn of the end;
Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow?
The red globe of light, the liquor green,
the pulsing arrows and the running fire
Each star a rung,
night comes down the spiral
First they came for the Communists,
and I didn’t speak up,
A box with paints from childhood's time:
The colors of town are earth and grime.
as the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very
You've read the story of Jesse James
of how he lived and died.
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light
Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!
You would think the fury of aerial bombardment
Would rouse God to relent; the infinite spaces
Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend
years ago - other furies other losses -
There is a tree, by day,
That, at night, Has a shadow,
I am standing for peace and non-violence.
Why world is fighting fighting
There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
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