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author="Birney, | author="Birney, Earle" | ||
year_of_publication="1928" | year_of_publication="1928" | ||
genre="Poetry" | genre="Poetry" | ||
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& you as remote now as that range | & you as remote now as that range | ||
radiating heat not holding it | |||
the buttes rainstormed but instant dryers | |||
i remember you like opera | i remember you like opera | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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i keep radioing words to you | i keep radioing words to you | ||
but what to say you’d really like? | but what to say you’d really like? | ||
o luvalee the peach & almond petals? | o luvalee the peach & almond petals? sure | ||
but it’s too late in the | but it’s too late in the spring now dear tease | ||
ive left ploughed earth & the green ricefields behind | ive left ploughed earth & the green ricefields behind | ||
revved thru towns with dusty palms | revved thru towns with dusty palms | ||
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no more wine & oranges | no more wine & oranges | ||
into hot canyons between bare yellow | into hot canyons between bare yellow | ||
breasts of hill something vulgar | breasts of hill something vulgar | ||
about the landscape as well as me | about the landscape as well as me | ||
or is it just this jalopy’s had it? | or is it just this jalopy’s had it? | ||
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<paragraph keywords="northwest, taste, tree, sky, river, religion, plant, scenery"> | <paragraph keywords="northwest, taste, tree, sky, river, religion, plant, scenery"> | ||
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well what’s to say? the view looks edible | well what’s to say? the view looks edible | ||
peppered with black oaks | peppered with black oaks | ||
white barns for salt a saffron sunset | white barns for salt a saffron sunset | ||
“there you go being physical again” | “there you go being physical again” | ||
i can hear you well why not? | i can hear you well why not? | ||
this goddamn sky’s one big red cherry now | this goddamn sky’s one big red cherry now | ||
& the sacramento’s a hairy crack | & the sacramento’s a hairy crack | ||
between the white thighs of the liveoaks | |||
& by geez if there aint a rock-prick | & by geez if there aint a rock-prick | ||
a-purplin up in all this stagey Eden | a-purplin up in all this stagey Eden | ||
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but you’re not on my wavelength | but you’re not on my wavelength | ||
& now the crate’s cooled | & now the crate’s cooled | ||
we'll sign off head on north | we'll sign off head on north | ||
you said you hoped to see more of me in the fall | you said you hoped to see more of me in the fall | ||
but will we ever fall together? | but will we ever fall together? | ||
that would be really operatic. | that would be really operatic. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
</paragraph> | </paragraph> | ||
</annotations> | </annotations> | ||
Latest revision as of 14:59, 16 July 2024
| Author | Birney, Earle |
|---|---|
| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | The Collected Poems of Earle Birney |
| Publisher | McClelland Steward |
| Year of Publication | 1928 |
| Pages | 38-39 |
| Additional information | - |
& you as remote now as that range
radiating heat not holding it
the buttes rainstormed but instant dryers
i remember you like opera
ive a hitchhiker but he wont talk
i keep radioing words to you
but what to say you’d really like?
o luvalee the peach & almond petals? sure
but it’s too late in the spring now dear tease
ive left ploughed earth & the green ricefields behind
revved thru towns with dusty palms
yes damn you im up thru spidery almonds
no more wine & oranges
into hot canyons between bare yellow
breasts of hill something vulgar
about the landscape as well as me
or is it just this jalopy’s had it?
my conrods clank
the rad’s jerked off again
will i ever make vancouver?
hitchikersoundaffectcar partmetaphorNorthwestpassengersceneryseasonspringplantagriculturedeserttopography
my hitch decided no
got out at the last crossroad
& just passed
waving from a new studebaker
at me leaning against this robbers-roost garage
with time to telepath you something
while they screw in a new pump i dont need
hitchhikercar modelgarageinfrastructurecar partmaintenancepassenger
well what’s to say? the view looks edible
peppered with black oaks
white barns for salt a saffron sunset
“there you go being physical again”
i can hear you well why not?
this goddamn sky’s one big red cherry now
& the sacramento’s a hairy crack
between the white thighs of the liveoaks
& by geez if there aint a rock-prick
a-purplin up in all this stagey Eden
but you’re not on my wavelength
& now the crate’s cooled
we'll sign off head on north
you said you hoped to see more of me in the fall
but will we ever fall together?
that would be really operatic.
