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At the Poem Society a black haired man stands up to say	B
You make me sick with all your talk about restraint and mature talent	C
Haven t you ever looked out the window at a painting by Matisse	D
Or did you always stay in hotels where there were too many spiders crawling on your visages	D
Did you ever glance inside a bottle of sparkling pop	E
Or see a citizen split in two by the lightning	F
I am afraid you have never smiled at the hibernation	G
Of bear cubs except that you saw in it some deep relation	G
To human suffering and wishes oh what a bunch of crackpots	D
The black haired man sits down and the others shoot arrows at him	H
A blond man stands up and says	D
He is right Why should we be organized to defend the kingdom	I
Of dullness There are so many slimy people connected with poetry	J
Too and people who know nothing about it	K
I am not recommending that poets like each other and organize to fight them	L
But simply that lightning should strike them	L
Then the assembled mediocrities shot arrows at the blond haired man	M
The chairman stood up on the platform oh he was physically ugly	J
He was small limbed and boned and thought he was quite seductive	N
But he was bald with certain hideous black hairs	D
And his voice had the sound of water leaving a vaseline bathtub	O
And he said The subject for this evening s discussion is poetry	J
On the subject of love between swans And everyone threw candy hearts	D
At the disgusting man and they stuck to his bib and tucker	P
And he danced up and down on the platform in terrific glee	J
And recited the poetry of his little friends but the blond man stuck his head	Q
Out of a cloud and recited poems about the east and thunder	P
And the black haired man moved through the stratosphere chanting	F
Poems of the relationships between terrific prehistoric charcoal whales	D
And the slimy man with candy hearts sticking all over him	H
Wilted away like a cigarette paper on which the bumblebees have urinated	Q
And all the professors left the room to go back to their duty	Q
And all that were left in the room were five or six poets	D
And together they sang the new poem of the twentieth century	Q
Which though influenced by Mallarm Shelley Byron and Whitman	G
Plus a million other poets is still entirely original	R
And is so exciting that it cannot be here repeated	Q
You must go to the Poem Society and wait for it to happen	G
Once you have heard this poem you will not love any other	P
Once you have dreamed this dream you will be inconsolable	R
Once you have loved this dream you will be as one dead	Q
Once you have visited the passages of this time s great art	Q
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Oh to be seventeen years old	Q
Once again sang the red haired man and not know that poetry	Q
Is ruled with the sceptre of the dumb the deaf and the creepy	Q
And the shouting persons battered his immortal body with stones	D
And threw his primitive comedy into the sea	Q
From which it sang forth poems irrevocably blue	R
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Who are the great poets of our time and what are their names	D
Yeats of the baleful influence Auden of the baleful influence Eliot of the baleful influence	D
Is Eliot a great poet no one knows Hardy Stevens Williams is Hardy of our time	S
Hopkins is Hopkins of our time Rilke is Rilke of our time Lorca is Lorca of our time who is still of our time	S
Mallarm Val ry Apollinaire luard Reverdy French poets are still of our time	S
Pasternak and Mayakovsky is Jouve of our time	S
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Where are young poets in America they are trembling in publishing houses and universities	D
Above all they are trembling in universities they are bathing the library steps with their spit	Q
They are gargling out innocuous to whom poems about maple trees and their children	G
Sometimes they brave a subject like the Villa d Este or a lighthouse in Rhode Island	Q
Oh what worms they are they wish to perfect their form	T
Yet could not these young men put in another profession	G
Succeed admirably say at sailing a ship I do not doubt it Sir and I wish we could try them	L
A plane flies over the ship holding a bomb but perhaps it will not drop the bomb	U
The young poets from the universities are staring anxiously at the skies	D
Oh they are remembering their days on the campus when they looked up to watch birds excrete	Q
They are remembering the days they spent making their elegant poems	D
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Is there no voice to cry out from the wind and say what it is like to be the wind	Q
To be roughed up by the trees and to bring music from the scattered houses	D
And the stones and to be in such intimate relationship with the sea	Q
That you cannot understand it Is there no one who feels like a pair of pants	D
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Summer in the trees It is time to strangle several bad poets	D
The yellow hobbyhorse rocks to and fro and from the chimney	Q
Drops the Strangler The white and pink roses are slightly agitated by the struggle	R
But afterwards beside the dead poet they cuddle up comfortingly against their vase They are safer now no one will compare them to the sea	Q
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Here on the railroad train one more time is the Strangler	P
He is going to get that one there who is on his way to a poetry reading	F
Agh Biff A body falls to the moving floor	V
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In the football stadium I also see him	H
He leaps through the frosty air at the maker of comparisons	D
Between football and life and silently silently strangles him	H
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Here is the Strangler dressed in a cowboy suit	Q
Leaping from his horse to annihilate the students of myth	W
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The Strangler s ear is alert for the names of Orpheus	D
Cuchulain Gawain and Odysseus	D
And for poems addressed to Jane Austen F Scott Fitzgerald	Q
To Ezra Pound and to personages no longer living	F
Even in anyone s thoughts O Strangler the Strangler	P
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He lies on his back in the waves of the Pacific Ocean	G
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Supposing that one walks out into the air	X
On a fresh spring day and has the misfortune	G
To encounter an article on modern poetry	Q
In New World Writing or has the misfortune	G
To see some examples of some of the poetry	Q
Written by the men with their eyes on the myth	W
And the Missus and the midterms in the Hudson Review	R
Or if one is abroad in Botteghe Oscure	Q
Or indeed in Encounter what is one to do	R
With the rest of one s day that lies blasted to ruins	D
All bluely about one what is one to do	R
O surely one cannot complain to the President	Q
Nor even to the deans of Columbia College	Y
Nor to T S Eliot nor to Ezra Pound	Q
And supposing one writes to the Princess Caetani	G
Your poets are awful what good would it do	R
And supposing one goes to the Hudson Review	R
With a package of matches and sets fire to the building	F
One ends up in prison with trial subscriptions	D
To the Partisan Sewanee and Kenyon Review	R
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Sun out perhaps there is a reason for the lack of poetry	Q
In these ill contented souls perhaps they need air	Q
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Blue air fresh air come in I welcome you you are an art student	Q
Take off your cap and gown and sit down on the chair	Q
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Together we shall paint the poets but no air perhaps you should go to them quickly	Q
Give them a little inspiration they need it perhaps they are out of breath	Z
Give them a little inhuman company before they freeze the English language to death	Z
And rust their typewriters a little be sea air be noxious kill them if you must but stop their poetry	Q
I remember I saw you dancing on the surf on the C te d Azur	Q
And I stopped taking my hat off but you did not remember me	Q
Then afterwards you came to my room bearing a handful of orange flowers	D
And we were together all through the summer night	Q
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That we might go away together it is so beautiful on the sea there are a few white clouds in the sky	A
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But no air you must go Ah stay	Q
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But she has departed and Ugh what poisonous fu	R

Kenneth Koch

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