MOONSET, GLOUCESTER,
DECEMBER
1,
1957, 1:58 AM
Goodbye red moon
In that color you set
west of the Cut I should imagine
forever Mother
After 47 years this month
a Monday at 9 AM
you set I rise I hope
a free thing as probably
what you more were Not
the suffering one you sold
sowed me on Rise
Mother from off me
God damn you God damn me my
misunderstanding of you
I can die now I just begun to live
Charles Olson
MARCH SONG
At a bend in the stream by willows
I paused to be with the cattails
their long flat leaves
and tall stems
bleached by wind and winter light
and winter had kept them
edged down into the quiet eddy of the bend
tight with ice
