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lt I gt A Translation for Steve Jonas lt i gt	A
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Along East River and the Bronx	B
The kids were singing showing off their bodies	C
At the wheel at oil the rawhide and the hammer	D
Ninety thousand miners were drawing silver out of boulders	E
While children made perspective drawings of stairways	F
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But no one went to sleep	G
No one wanted to be a river	D
No one loved the big leaves no one	H
The blue tongue of the coastline	I
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Along East River into Queens	J
The kids were wrestling with industry	K
The Jews sold circumcision s rose	L
To the faun of the river	D
The sky flowed through the bridges and rooftops	M
Herds of buffalo the wind was pushing	N
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But none of them would stay	A
No one wanted to be cloud No one	H
Looked for the ferns	O
Or the yellow wheel of the drum	P
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But if the moon comes out	A
The pulleys will slide around to disturb the sky	Q
A limit of needles will fence in your memory	K
And there will be coffins to carry out your unemployed	A
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New York of mud	A
New York of wire fences and death	R
What angel do you carry hidden in your cheek	S
What perfect voice will tell you the truth about wheat	A
Or the terrible sleep of your wet dreamed anemones	O
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Not for one moment beautiful old Walt Whitman	H
Have I stopped seeing your beard full of butterflies	O
Or your shoulders of corduroy worn thin by the moon	T
Or your muscles of a virgin Apollo	U
Or your voice like a column of ashes	O
Ancient and beautiful as the fog	V
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You gave a cry like a bird	A
With his prick pierced through by a needle	W
Enemy of satyrs	O
Enemy of the grape	X
And lover of bodies under rough cloth	Y
Not for one moment tight cocked beauty	K
Who in mountains of coal advertisements and railroads	O
Had dreamed of being a river and of sleeping like one	H
With a particular comrade one who could put in your bosom	P
The young pain of an ignorant leopard	A
Not for one moment blood Adam male	Z
Man alone in the sea beautiful	W
Old Walt Whitman	H
Because on the rooftops	O
Bunched together in bars	O
Pouring out in clusters from toilets	O
Trembling between the legs of taxi drivers	O
Or spinning upon platforms of whiskey	K
The cocksuckers Walt Whitman were counting on you	A2
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That one also also And they throw themselves down on	B2
Your burning virgin beard	A
Blonds of the North negroes from the seashore	C2
Crowds of shouts and gestures	O
Like cats or snakes	O
The cocksuckers Walt Whitman the cocksuckers	O
Muddy with tears meat for the whip	D2
Tooth or boot of the cowboys	O
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That one also also Painted fingers	O
Sprout out along the beach of your dreams	O
And you give a friend an apple	W
Which tastes faintly of gas fumes	O
And the sun sings a song for the bellybuttons	O
Of the little boys who play games below bridges	O
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But you weren t looking for the scratched eyes	O
Or the blackswamp country where children are sinking	N
Or the frozen spit	A
Or the wounded curves like a toad s paunch	E2
Which cocksuckers wear in bars and night clubs	O
While the moon beats them along the corners of terror	D
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You were looking for a naked man who would be like a river	D
Bull and dream a connection between the wheel and the seaweed	A
Be father for your agony your death s camellia	W
And moan in the flames of your hidden equator	D
For it is just that a man not look for his pleasure	D
In the forest of blood of the following morning	N
The sky has coastlines where life can be avoided	A
And some bodies must not repeat themselves at sunrise	O
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Agony agony dream leaven and dream	F2
That is the world my friend agony agony	K
The dead decompose themselves under the clock of the cities	O
War enters weeping with a million gray rats	O
The rich give to their girlfriends	O
Tiny illuminated dyings	O
And life is not noble or good or sacred	A
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A man is able if he wishes to lead his desire	D
Through vein of coral or the celestial naked	A
Tomorrow his loves will be rock and Time	G2
A breeze that comes sleeping through their clusters	O
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That is why I do not cry out old Walt Whitman	H
Against the little boy who writes	O
A girl s name on his pillow	W
Or the kid who puts on a wedding dress	O
In the darkness of a closet	A
Or the lonely men in bars	O
Who drink with sickness the waters of prostitution	H
Or the men with green eyelids	O
Who love men and scald their lips in silence	O
But against the rest of you cocksuckers of cities	O
Hard up and dirty brained	A
Mothers of mud harpies dreamless enemies	O
Of the Love that distributes crowns of gladness	O
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Against the rest of you always who give the kids	O
Drippings of sucked off death with sour poison	H
Against the rest of you always	O
Fairies of North America	H2
Pajaros of Havana	H2
Jotos of Mexico	W
Sarasas of Cadiz	O
Apios of Seville	W
Cancos of Madrid	A
Adelaidas of Portugal	W
Cocksuckers of all the world assassins of doves	O
Slaves of women lapdogs of their dressing tables	O
Opening their flys in parks with a fever of fans	O
Or ambushed in the rigid landscapes of poison	H
Let there be no mercy Death	R
Trickles from all of your eyes groups	O
Itself like gray flowers on beaches of mud	A
Let there be no mercy Watch out for them	I2
Let the bewildered the pure	J2
The classical the appointed the praying	N
Lock the gates of this Bacchanalia	H2
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And you beautiful Walt Whitman sleep on the banks of the Hudson	H
With your beard toward the pole and your palms open	H
Soft clay or snow your tongue is invoking	N
Comrades to keep vigil over your gazelle without body	K
Sleep there is nothing left here	K2
A dance of walls shakes across the prairies	O
And America drowns itself with machines and weeping	N
Let the hard air of midnight	A
Sweep away all the flowers and letters from the arch in which you sleep	G
And a little black boy announce to the white men of gold	A
The arrival of the reign of the ear of wheat	A

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