The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #56732 Message #2169194
Posted By: Amos
11-Oct-07 - 07:00 PM
Thread Name: Mudcat Poetry Corner
Subject: RE: Mudcat Poetry Corner
Secretly Phoning Out Hate
I -- who ride the swallow's back,
Whooping through the trees and swooping the green lawned limbs --
Who breathes the chill mist that shocks maiden-nipples in the sun's
first hour--
Who sucks the sea-foam from the storm-mouth, drunk to live,
And blinks the sun's own fire in a glance – I, still,
Cannot walk but uneasy past the eyes of the hate in churches. I
Flinch to taste the bitter strings that foul the large halls of man-doing.
What does the tide-maker rhythm feel, falling from the moon into the
sea?
The day-baking fire hand that lights the screaming dark boulevard
from Sun to Earth?
Nothing as mean as one good ugly soul,
Daring only to reform others in the night,
Secretly phoning out,
Phoning out the hate.