Saturday, November 8, 2014

The Descent of Winter: 11/8

Albert Gleizes, The City and the River

     O river of my heart polluted
     and defamed I have compared you
     to that other lying in
     the red November grass
     beginning to be cleaned now
     from factory pollution

     Though at night a watchman
     must still prowl lest some paid hand
     open the waste sluices——

     That river will be clean
     before ever you will be



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