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Colloquy in Black Rock
Here the jack-hammer jabs into the ocean;
My heart, you race and stagger and demand
More blood-gangs for your nigger-brass percussions,
Till I, the stunned machine of your devotion,
Clanging upon this cymbal of a hand,
Am rattled screw and footloose.
All discussions

End in the mud-flat detritus of death.

My heart, beat faster, faster.
In Black Mud
Hungarian workmen give their blood
For the martyrs Stephen who was stoned to death.


Black Myd, a name to conjure with: O mud
For watermelons gutted to the crust,
Mud for the mole-tide harbor, mud for mouse,
Mud for teh armored Diesel fishing tubs that thud
A year and a day to wind and tide; the dust
Is on this skipping heart that shakes my house,

House of our Savior who was hanged till death.

My heart, beat faster, faster.
In Black Mud
Stephen the martyre was broken down to blood:
Our ransom is the rubble of his death.


Christ walks on the black water.
In Black Mud
Darts the kingfisher.
On Corpus Christi, heart,
Over the drum-beat of St.
Stephen's choir
I hear him, Stupor Mundi, and the mud
Flies from his hunching wings and beak--my heart,
he blue kingfisher dives on you in fire.

Written by: Robert Lowell

Book: Reflection on the Important Things