CONTAMINATION

Search dog

and you will find mud

over everyone

no one escapes

the proof of sins

regained as God

on any absence of disclosure

with the presence of sinkholes

drowning a rivers depth

hanging with you at wave lengths.

PAVESE

Like losing your life

in a wavering rainbow

defying fascism

and yourself in a shadow

of love's unfolding betrayal

brooding and mating

in a cosmos and logos

sustaining you

as a migratory sparrow

on a Roman street.

HOLAN

You had gift of words

knew the core of pessimism

you hated scam fascism

you saw through it all

like a master of words

and searched alone

betrayed by a desolation

of private and public

politics of imperialism

on the island of Kampa

alone,

Your daughter Katerina

down syndome

death, alone.

ATTILA JOSZEF


The Danube's poor
 
 minorities

 created from the HOLY
 
ROMAN Empire

 heard you
 
rejoiced some one
 
 spoke for you

now are speechless

POUND

Pounding the expatriate
  pavement, bulls were down
from  the revenge and remnants
left over from the Republic
a pound  of flesh and flies
from Venice's ghetto
  brought to the East End,
Soho, or Greenwich
with fascist mobs and slobs
hating the general will
    and public,surely\not Coriolanus
with Moseley's crowds
all the high art of Cathay
in an admixture and picture
of war's human ashes
civilization in a few books
cashed in english stock and bonds
by the metro stations
'petals on  rainy wet bough'
and the art of Flaubert
and everything external.
rondeau redoubled a cheap pink
fragonard and celine's cheap perfume
a vernal extra read all about in
on the London supplement:
the DEVIL'S FOREIGN AGENT:
mussolini pride, franco's horse hair
 your bouquet  and resume sent to Italy
scaled back on your crazy quasi Hitler
political economic comic theories
 wearies even reactionaries
except the Americans,
who want whitman to love us back.

J. SIEFERT


Rugs at a bazaar
 
outside Prague
 
   Mozart's violin concerto
 
  fresh in my cauliflower ears
 
many folks with umbrellas

  gather a park stand audience

 everyone is going to hear

  the poet Siefert speak

even as it starts to rain

there is no Siefert standing

HOPKINS


Nature is a supernatural
   dove

 more real than tempests
    who fly over our mountain

every day crucified
  of giving out our long suffering
  to locate beauty in worship words

 affirmations in configurations

at each station crossing out

on under grounds of love