Thursday, June 22, 2006

from: Enumerations

As simple an act
               I am dying, Egypt, dying:
as opening the eyes. Merely
               Give me some wine, and let me speak a little.
coming into things by degrees.
               The miserable change now at my end
Morning: some tear is broken
               Lament nor sorrow at; but please your thoughts
on the wooden stairs
               In feeding them with those my former fortunes
of my lady's eyes. Profusions
               Wherein I lived, the greatest prince o' the world,
of green. The leaves. Their
               The noblest; and do now not basely die,
constant prehensions. Like old
               Not cowardly put off my helmet to
junkies on Sheridan Square, eyes
               My countryman,--a Roman by a Roman
cold and round. There is a song
               Valiantly vanquish'd. Now my spirit is going;
Nat Cole singsā€¦This city
               I can no more.
& the intricate disorder
               of the seasons.

4 Comments:

Blogger rcloenen-ruiz said...

and the intricate disorder of the seasons

Absolutely lovely. This poetry junkie thanks you for today's shot :)

I'll keep thinking of that line for the rest of today.

2:06 AM  
Blogger mark young said...

Thank Amiri Baraka from his LeRoi Jones days. The lines come from a wonderful poem of his called Way Out West.

8:28 AM  
Blogger Jill said...

Nat King Cole ... lovely touch.
Thanks, Jill.

8:49 AM  
Blogger katy said...

billy did you a favor once, now it's your turn to do him one in return. support the campaign for Billy the Blogging Poet as Mayor of Poets101.com!

10:36 AM  

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