First they came for the Communists,
and I didn’t speak up,
la ruca
juanita rosita esposita
I have just seen a beautiful thing
Slim and still,
poetry readings have to be some of the saddest
damned things ever,
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." Said the old man, "I do that too."
\Poem written on a bus April 1954 from S. F. to New York \
BUS EAST
puerto rico 1974
this is not the place where i was born
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker
Part 1
\"I pledge allegiance to the flag"-- \
"They dragged him naked
You would think the fury of aerial bombardment
Would rouse God to relent; the infinite spaces
There's a very funny insect that you do not often spy,
And it isn't quite a spider, and it isn't quite a fly;
Do not bathe her in blood,
the little one whose sex is
April doesnt hurt here
Like it does in New England
An obstacle, that came between
Him, and ourselves, and it.
The great hanging weak teat of India
on the map
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
A man on his own in a car
Is revenging himself on his wife;
Genius, like gold and precious stones,
is chiefly prized because of its rarity.
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
In the rain in the rain in the rain in the rain in Spain.
Does it rain in Spain?
I come among the peoples like a shadow.
I sit down by each man's side.
On old Cold Crendon's windy tops Grows wintrily Blown Hilcote Copse,
Dos patrias tengo yo: Cuba y la noche. ¿O son una las dos? No bien retira
Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls
Married impossible men?
I am standing for peace and non-violence.
Why world is fighting fighting
If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself, and me alone,
RUNNIN' SCARED -- RUNNIN' SCARED
you're goin' nowhere
At the end of the row
I stepped on the toe
He feels no raptures which are joys diseased,
And is not much transported, but still pleased.
When I was young and had no sense
In far-off Mandalay
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