Songs
SONGS
Charles
Olson
Song 3
This morning of the small snow
I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet
which makes of the sink time, the drop
of the water on water as sweet
as the Seth Thomas
in the old kitchen
my father stood in his drawers to wind (always
he forgot the 30th day, as I don't want to remember
the rent
a house these days
so much somebody else's,
especially,
Congoleum's
Or the plumbing,
that it doesn't work, this I like, have even
used paper clips
as well as string to hold the ball up And flush it
with my hand
But that the car doesn't, that no moving thing moves
without that song l'd void my ear of, the musickracket
of all ownership. . .
Holes
in my shoes, that's all right, my fly
gaping, me out
at the elbows, the blessing
that difficulties are once more
"In the midst of plenty,
walk as close to
bare
In the face of sweetness, piss
In the time of goodness,
go side, go
smashing, beat them, go as
(as near as you can
tear
In the land of plenty, have
nothing to do with it
take the way of
the lowest,
including
your legs, go
contrary, go
sing
SONG 4
I know a house made of mud & wattles,
I know a dress just sewed
(saw the wind
blow its cotton
against her body
from the ankle
so!
it was Nike
And her feet: such bones
I could have had the tears
that lovely pedant had
who couldn't unwrap it himself, had to
ask them to, on the schooner's deck
and he looked,
the first human eyes to look again
at the start of human motion (just last week
300,000,000 years ago
She
was going fast
across the square, the water
this time of year, that
scarce
And the fish.
SONG 5
I have seen faces of want,
and have not wanted the FAO: Appleseed
's gone back to
what any of us
New England
SONG 6
you sing, you
who also
wants
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