Poem Hunter
(3 June 1926 – 5 April 1997 / Newark, New Jersey)


All night the ways of Heaven were desolate,
Long roads across a gleaming empty sky.
Outcast and doomed and driven, you and I,
Alone, serene beyond all love or hate,
Terror or triumph, were content to wait,
We, silent and all-knowing. Suddenly
Swept through the heaven low-crouching from on high,
One horseman, downward to the earth's low gate.

Oh, perfect from the ultimate height of living,
Lightly we turned, through wet woods blossom-hung,
Into the open. Down the supernal roads,
With plumes a-tossing, purple flags far flung,
Rank upon rank, unbridled, unforgiving,
Thundered the black battalions of the Gods.

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Sub 2 Enzo Hamza or HE WILL EAT YOUR COOKIES! ! !
I was at Naropa in 1976 when Allen came back from his father's funeral with the sketchy notes for this poem - I typed them up for him in a rough draft, he did the first reading of it there later that year.
Superb i like this poem.
It in so 👍 nice
I love this poem so much. I am addicted
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