To Frank O’Hara
Sometimes when my eyes are red
I go up on top of the RCA Building
and gaze at my world, Manhattan-
my buildings, streets I’ve done feats in,
lofts, beds, coldwater flats
-on Fifth Ave below which I also bear in mind,
its ant cars, little yellow taxis, men
walking the size of specks of wool-
Panorama of the bridges, sunrise over Brooklyn machine,
sun go down over New Jersey where I was born
& Paterson where I played with ants-
my later loves on 15th Street,
my greater loves of Lower East Side,
my once fabulous amours in the Bronx
faraway-
paths crossing in these hidden streets,
my history summed up, my absences
and ecstasies in Harlem-
-sun shining down on all I own
in one eyeblink to the horizon
in my last eternity-
matter is water.
Sad,
I take the elevator and go
down, pondering,
and walk on the pavements staring into all man’s
plateglass, faces,
questioning after who loves,
and stop, bemused
in front of an automobile shopwindow
standing lost in calm thought,
traffic moving up & down 5th Avenue blocks behind me
waiting for a moment when …
Time to go home & cook supper & listen to
the romantic war news on the radio
… all movement stops
& I walk in the timeless sadness of existence,
tenderness flowing thru the buildings,
my fingertips touching reality’s face,
my own face streaked with tears in the mirror
of some window-at dusk-
where I have no desire-
for bonbons-or to own the dresses or Japanese
lampshades of intellection-
Confused by the spectacle around me,
Man struggling up the street
with packages, newspapers,
ties, beautiful suits
toward his desire
Man, woman, streaming over the pavements
red lights clocking hurried watches &
movements at the curb-
And all these streets leading
so crosswise, honking, lengthily,
by avenues
stalked by high buildings or crusted into slums
thru such halting traffic
screaming cars and engines
so painfully to this
countryside, this graveyard
this stillness
on deathbed or mountain
once seen
never regained or desired
in the mind to come
where all Manhattan that I’ve seen must disappear.
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: Where Are The Joys I have Met?:
- On the Death of a Young Gentleman by Phillis Wheatley
- Salutation by Rabindranath Tagore
- The True Beauty of Poetry
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 04 – part 01 by Torquato Tasso
- The Bride-Cake by Robert Herrick
- Creative Writing For Stress Relief
- Илья Зданевич – Пабло Пикассо
- Night by William Morris
- The Rock Cries Out to Us Today by Maya Angelou
- English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. The Rhyme of Joyous Garde. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
- women picking edible plants by Raj Arumugan
- Church And State by William Butler Yeats
- The Stage Coach by William Barnes
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Памяти Скрябина
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Epilogue poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Envoi poem – Ezra Pound poems
- E.P. Ode Pour L’election De Son Sepulchre poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Dance Figure poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Cino poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Canto XLIX poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Canto XIII poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Canto I poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Cantico del Sole poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Before Sleep poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ballad of the Goodly Fere poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ballad for Gloom poem – Ezra Pound poems
- And the days are not full enough poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ancient Music poem – Ezra Pound poems
- An Immorality poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Alba poem – Ezra Pound poems
- A Virginal poem – Ezra Pound poems
- A Pact poem – Ezra Pound poems
- A Girl by Ezra Pound
- John Milton As Author of Pornographic Verse: An Extempore Upon a Faggot
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works