19 Dec (Ammons) (from Tape for the Turn of the Year) (1963)



this ole world could be
       one
    if it wusn't
for hate
    bustin it apart,
    keeps
    crackin it
into little pieces:

love, I mean, could
    rise up there love
and make all the 
children dance
    shaking breasts & hips,
pelvis
shooting in & out
and all kine of sanging
going on:

summer coming back just
like it hadn't been
    nowhere:

and the bees
    bumbling
in the hollyhocks:

calves kicking up their
heels &
the spring roosters 
crashing into crows:

in Praxagora"s perfect
world, tho,
the maiden could be had
only after the hag
    was served:

and what would we do with 
our hate?
turning hate outward, we
keep dense & pure
our inward love:

can we incorporate our
enemies?
can we maintain a high
degree of difference
    within unity's cluster?

give room, latitude, widen
the band
    of acceptance:  we live
in strictures of hate
& suspicion, intolerance
    & doubt:

absorb the margins:
enlarge the range:
give life room:


                   (A.R. Ammons)

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