Poetry and illustrations by participants in the 1974 Scribblers' poetry readings which took place on the Upper West Side, the English Pub, and the Goddard Riverside Community Center.
Poetry and illustrations by participants in the 1974 Scribblers' poetry readings which took place on the Upper West Side, the English Pub, and the Goddard Riverside Community Center.
Poetry and illustrations by participants in the 1974 Scribblers' poetry readings which took place on the Upper West Side, the English Pub, and the Goddard Riverside Community Center.
Poetry and illustrations by participants in the 1974 Scribblers' poetry readings which took place on the Upper West Side, the English Pub, and the Goddard Riverside Community Center.
Te fe
of Y He
(X
Maly averAN INSOMNIAC'S FANTASY
THE EYE OF THE CAT
twilight, seeing all
myself unseen,
keeper of the night's
time.
darkens, pupils widen;
as one being the night and I prosper
Alone in
but
I am the
own
The hour
and
grow bold.
I am at home with shadows,
with silhouettes in
alley ways.
Sometimes I think myself a shadow,
incorporeal as the wind
which etches contours
of my dark-rimmed world.
My body is as slim
as the glimmer of the moon
fleeting across lonely rooftops.The silent starscape of the city
is my necessary
and intended habitat.
I walk with the dead of night;
I wink at the many potent secrets
concealed by dawn.
And when insidious daylight
threatens the never-
finished business of the night
I creep down to cool and stillness
(to sleep a dreamless sleep)
until again I may find my pleasures
in the soft and soothing
under belly of
the night.FOR A PREGNANT FRIEND
Her sixth month and she carries
seventeen new pounds.
The system is feverish with its
extra function.
Harder to sleep--even afterwards.
A new life pushes its way onto
West Sixty-eighth Street.
Pregnant, she defies the city and
its needle fears:
night alleys with animal eyes.
She defies the city that drinks money.
She defies the air-conditioned
mausea of office buildings
and death-infected hospitals.
She defies the icy lessons of
first loss and first humiliation,
the hot unsheathing of cruelty.She defies the uncharted meridians
of madness.
fn mind and body are pregnant
with daring--
the casual courage of the plood.
BotOF SEEDS AND SANDGRAINS
(To the Anti-Fascist
Dead of World war IT)
The tide of fire washed you fit
for any Passage:
human atoms resisting the unbalanced
equation of the
Holocaust.
You knew a hurricane whose eye of
calm visited only
@ posthumous harbor:
men whose settled, garden lives
took on a thorn-
forest of changes,
young men who had no time to sow
or squander sensual
seeds,
but turned plowshares into swords
against death's
fiercest harvest.There was the very madness
of a winnowing--
the wheat before the chaff;
but, though the blade of man made
winter is scything
still,
the grains of your spirit sing
the wind alive.THUNDERBIRD
Fancying he has stared the sun into
hiding,
his eyes a darkening hunger,
the electric eagle of the storm
drops his patient soaring
and--grounded by murderous instinct--
wings his lightning.
In its brute momentum, the orbiting
earth
imagines a mosquito sting
and spurs its meridians.FROZEN DAWN
I awake into a landscape glazed
with misgivings.
Sunrise: a mere diffusion of light,
as one small boy chases pigeons
that break into
flight.
My step on the night-tempered lake
cracks it into
erystal webs: design of daring.
Dead branches litter the shore.
Surely, New York ducks escape
the arena of winter.
But, for now, two play the decoy in
a narrowing pool,
as if to puff up an invitation to
some wayward
springtime warmth.UNDER THE SKIN OF SUMMER
Fathoms deep, one may ripen
and grow tender with the
breast of the season,
as, far from rigid edges and
brutal focus,
the intricate essence of light
dwindles to dappled candle-
power,
the icy swell of a current
delivers its shoulder-shock,
and, bedazzled by sea-borne
rainbow flesh,
a diver's time slithers away
like an eel.
The buoyant view finding of
snorkeling is tempting:hovering beneath an ocean of nourish-
ing air
(a glittering limbo),
rising into sun's arena
for glimpses of teeming beach,
and retreating into a medium
where heat-breathing
words are liquidated.
Surface pleasures wink along
the apron of the tide:
body surfing stirs new rhythn
in salt-spurred juices.
A child burrows elbow-deep
in wet sand,
a world of purpose in his eyes.
The sweat that breaks along
his brow--distills the
season's fever.has
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