cdbrady at sbcglobal.net
Tue Sep 2 18:33:30 MDT 2003
To the dissconnected critic
(from La Chascona, September 13, 1973 ):
Ah, sighs Strand,
mutely before the muse,
what a tragedy Neruda was a Red!
His current collection would be
so much better
if the editor
had decisively split
his political work
off the edge of his desk and
into the dustbin of poetry.
(But we Reds:
oh, yes-yes —a head of cabbage!
A rutabaga, a postage stamp, an octopus, a bird,
The ephemera of ordinary days
Made special by the eye, the mind, the hand
of the working poet,
Like the class whom the effete
We will remember and love
For our politics and his poetry are inseparable.
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