Bob Kaufman – “I Have Folded My Sorrows”

September 8, 2008 at 3:29 pm (Poetry & Literature, The Beats)

I have folded my sorrows into the mantle of summer night,
Assigning each brief storm its alloted space in time,
Quietly pursuing catastrophic histories buried in my eyes
And yes, the world is not some unplayed Cosmic Game,
And the sun is still ninety-three million miles from me,
And in the imaginary forest, the shingles hippo becomes the gay unicorn
No, my traffic is not addled keepers of yesterday’s disasters,
Seekers of manifest disembowelment on shafts of yesterday’s pains
Blues come dressed like introspective echoes of a journey
And yes, I have searched the rooms of the moon on cold summer nights
And yes, I have refought those unfinished encounters. Still, they remain unfinished
And yes, I have at times wished myself something different

The tragedies are sung nightly at the funerals of the poet;
The revisited soul is wrapped in the aura of familiarity.

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