(collaboration with Carlos Torres Bastidas) SLEEP WITH A BASEBALL STAR
Gregory Corso (1930-2001) I dreamed
Ted Williams
night reclining against the Eiffel Tower, weeping.
was in uniform and bat at her feet
-full of knots and twigs.
"Randall Jarrell says you're a poet! "shouted
" Me too! I say you're a poet! "
picked up the bat with calloused hands;
was put in the position to hit like you're in the home,
and laughed! Directing their anger toward an invisible college
pitching mound
-waiting for the release would come from heaven.
arrived, they came by the hundreds! all burning!
batted and batted and could not hit any lower curve
serpentine or straight down the middle
one hundred strikes!
The strangely dressed umpire thundered
its decision: OUT!
And the crowd whistled horrible ghost scared the gargoyles
Notre Dame.
And I screamed in my dream:
God! do your charitable launch! Da
news of the crack of the bat! Hurra
the sharp liner to left! Yes
a double, a triple! Hosannah
homer!.
( Translation: Ernesto Cardenal).
LO GATUN
Michael McClure (1932-2002)
music enriches me that the cat does at night,
the delicate, thin
meow as she walks the room in search love,
walking slowly, mewing sweet
large gray cat. No
for sex but for love. Frightened by noise
I do not perceive. Sweating
, lost love
while round the bookseller.
(Translation: Ernesto Cardenal)
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