Sunday, April 19, 2015

T.C.: Robert Creeley: After Lorca


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Malaguilla, Provincia de Guadalajara, Castilla-La Mancha, Spain: photo by Häkan Svensson, 2004


.............................................................for M. Marti


The church is a business, and the rich
are the business men.

............................. When they pull on the bells, the
poor come piling in and when a poor man dies, he has a wooden
cross, and they rush through the ceremony.


But when a rich man dies, they
drag out the Sacrament
and a golden Cross, and go doucement, doucement
to the cemetery.

 
And the poor love it
and think it's crazy.


obert Creeley: After Lorca, 1952, from For Love (1960)


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Olivar en Alcalá la Real, Jaén, España: photo by Michelangelo-36, 2005

1 comment:

VANITAS said...

This is such a great poem. I am always amazed how tough and tight Bob was, right out of the box. He has the lyric gift, combined with a gritty, purely American, tonality, that hits it perfectly. And his political nature is ever more relevant.