Peter Roberts

poet's corner

"there are just too many damn people"
he says (in the background
robinson jeffers chants along). "too many
people with ideologies, hatreds, pettiness"
(the speaker declaims from his soapbox),
"too many people, period . . . i hate crowds"
(says the speaker from the center
of the bustling city he will not leave).
(so observes wallace stevens)

ode: charles ives

oh when the four score and yankee doodle went
seven saints go to town riding years ago
our forefathers marching in on a pony oh
susanna pick a feather, don't you cry, a
bale of saints, cotton in your cap, for me,
oh lordy, and call me . . .

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