domingo, noviembre 12, 2006
St. Luke's, Service for Thomas por Gregory Corso
The White House inkeeper
Leaned nervouly against the stained - glass;
He shifted his feet, and Cummings mourned by.
A sightseer whispered into a sightseeing ear.
And a Swansea woman entered...
Two neon - villagers underarmed her;
Sat her down in the first row.
She raised her head, and peered
... The body wasn't there.
The service ended in illimitable whispers.
A Ceylonese prince was firts to leave.
He waited by the church gate
And little groups gathered, chattered.
Across the street the school children
were playing tag - ball.
The ball rolled in front of the inkeeper;
He kicked it hard
and strode back to his inn.
Mindfield: New and Selected poems, Gregory Corso, 1989, New York
Etiquetas: ee cummings, gregory corso, the white horse tavern
