Poem by Charles Olson


Bass Rocks by Bernard Chaet (1924-2012)

DECEMBER 1, 1957, 1:58 AM

Goodby red moon
In that color you set
west of the Cut I should imagine
forever Mother

After 47 years this month
a Monday at 9 AM
you set I rise I hope
a free thing as probably
what you more were Not
the suffering one you sold
sowed me on Rise
Mother from off me
God damn you God damn me my
misunderstanding of you

I can die now I just begun to live

~ Charles Olson (1910-1970)
Submitted by Peter Anastas

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