Ira
It's interestingly difficult to extract from the Corless-Smith vol - in
fact I'd read some of the poems before & they'd grabbed me less than
they do in the sweep of the book - but here's one of the Songs:
Steer street on pines
we done seen the mine
ar find ourselves upon the broken bank
he was a painter and he broke his back
fell from the ladder
later gas himself on drink
her cough his old green coat
Which I cut up to let the buttons out
She come by once to walk me to tha stop
lay asleep in Dick's last cell
the lady bobolink call
the lonely dickcissel the eggs eat by Jackdaw
arustle in the climbing vine
it is exploratory bees
back in the days when Colonels lived in these
Old house - you see the blue glass chimes
gwen in a passage
she changes
Alan
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