The following poem is a featured selection from the Evergreen Review Reader 1967-1972, to be published by Four Walls Eight Windows in the fall of 1998. It originally appeared in Evergreen #78, May 1970. |
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| Make it new! | |
| Make it new! | |
| cried the parrot | |
| to the mockingbird | |
| We were born | |
| under the mulberry trees | |
| from which drop | |
| the mynah birds of madness | |
| And fish float | |
| thru the trees | |
| eating the seeds | |
| of the sun | |
All of one summer |
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| in a branch of water | |
| shaken | |
| by a stream | |
Silverdollar underwater |
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| like a small stray turtle | |
| lost | |
| at the bottom of things | |
Passing strange mountains |
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| & dropping pine needles | |
| in an envelope | |
| I send you | |
| some of my bones | |
Morning mocks its flowers |
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| by becoming | |
| Afternoon | |
We have our moments |
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| of ecstasy | |
| and then the bird | |
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falls into the absurd |
Basho would have liked |
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| a lake like this | |
| back roads to far towns | |
| reflected in it... |
| Posted 8/25/98 Back Roads to Far Towns After Basho. © Copyright |
| You can order a copy of the Evergreen Review Reader 1967-1973 by clicking on the link below. Evergreen Review Reader 1967-1973 paperback |