1.
Oh yes, friend! I'm crazy-
that's just the way I am.
2.
I see sounds,
I hear sights,
I taste smells,
I touch not heaven but things from the underworld,
things people do not believe exist,
......
And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'm lonely--
I'll make me a world.
And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.
......
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
......
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
......
The brown enormous odor he lived by
was too close, with its breathing and thick hair,
for him to judge. The floor was rotten; the sty
was plastered halfway up with glass-smooth dung.
Light-lashed, self-righteous, above moving snouts,
the pigs' eyes followed him, a cheerful stare--
even to the sow that always ate her young--
till, sickening, he leaned to scratch her head.
But sometimes mornings after drinking bouts
(he hid the pints behind the two-by-fours),
......
summoned black diamond
sun's at other side of night
with the dream roses
heart of joy twinkling
gone down in sea of colors
star of plum evening
still in its peach prime
and dust of the day settles
......
a hot day, white light
lime green leaves and roses gleam
in the starlight phase
scintillating sun
with its fierce glare everywhere
except long shadows
captives of white heat
as sun shows its true colors
......
Imagine
The charcoal-with-sap-glitter,
Obsidian glass-domed,
gold sprinkled, dew shimmered,
elusively mountainous night sky;
With the porcelain and mother-of-pearl,
dragonfly wing, china-and-talc,
silvery, glowing moon hung on it.
A milk-gilded veil of clouds
......
In the stillness of the Christmas Eve silent night,
Colored lights are blinking as the snowflakes fall,
And full of yuletide joy, my eyes behold the sight,
Of the vivid Christmas star, as lovely as I recall!
In the spirit of the season, I say a fervent prayer,
That our planet sees healing, and also lives in love.
Pale moon is shining, as snowflakes dance in midair,
And my path is illumined by a twinkling star above!
White rapids rushing for the falls,
Morgan horses loosed from their stalls,
From fragrant sunsets to nightfalls,
Songbirds answering southern calls.
Precious moments of golden hours,
Butterflies midst cherry flowers,
Rainbow's appearance with colors,
Sun and silver moon encounters,
......