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- Welcome! I'm glad you're here!
- Better World - Poem by Walter W. Safar
- I Know No Better World - Poem by Ingeborg Bachmann
- And The Moon And The Stars And The World - Poem by Charles Bukowski
- poems for a better world | Academy of American Poets
What is our ball but a rejected stone flung from the mother lode? The rejected know that if they were nonrejected a clear cerulean blue would be the result, an endless love ever dissolving in more endless love.
Welcome! I'm glad you're here!
This is their secret, and none share it save them. They remain, therefore, the unbelieved, they remain the embodiment of heaven herself. Let others perpetuate life as we know it—that admixture, that amalgam, the happy, the sad, the profusion of all things under the sunny moon existing in a delicate balance, such as it is.
Alone, the rejected walk a straight path, they enter a straight gate, they see in their dreams what no one else can see—an end to all confusion, an end to all suffering, an elysian mist of eternally good vapor.
Better World - Poem by Walter W. Safar
Forgive me if I have put your thoughts into words. It was the least I could do for such a comrade, whose orphaned sighs reach me in my squat hut. Reprinted with permission of the author and Wave Books. I am not the guide. I will be your fellow passenger. Though the rail has been ridden. I am not afraid.
I Know No Better World - Poem by Ingeborg Bachmann
I promise you nothing. I accept your promise. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers. The Dream of a Common Language. The Road Not Taken.
Let America Be America Again. Allen Ginsberg, - II What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination? Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies!
Old men weeping in the parks! Moloch the heavy judger of men! Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments! Moloch whose mind is pure machinery!
And The Moon And The Stars And The World - Poem by Charles Bukowski
Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb! Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities! Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen!
Moloch whose name is the Mind! Moloch in whom I sit lonely!
Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Lacklove and manless in Moloch! Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!
poems for a better world | Academy of American Poets
Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky! They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! Ten years' animal screams and suicides! Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! They jumped off the roof to solitude! Down to the river! Walt Whitman, - That you are here—that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
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