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Written by Philip Levine | Create an image from this poem

Green Thumb

 Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call 
Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! 
Take of me all you can; my average weight 
May make amends for this, my low estate. 
But do not shake, Green Thumb, as once you did 
My heart and liver, or my prostate bid 
Good Morning to -- leave it, the savage gland 
Content within the mercy of my hand. 

The world was safe in winter, I was spring, 
Enslaved and rattling to the slightest thing 
That she might give. If planter were my trade 
Why was I then not like a planter made: 
With veins like rivers, smudge-pots for a soul, 
A simple mind geared to a simple goal? 
You fashioned me, great headed and obscene 
On two weak legs, the weakest thing between. 

My blood was bubbling like a ten-day stew; 
it kept on telling me the thing to do. 
I asked, she acquiesced, and then we fell 
To private Edens in the midst of hell. 
For forty days temptation was our meal, 
The night our guide, and what we could not feel 
We could not trust. Later, beneath the bed, 
We found you taking notes of all we said. 

At last we parted, she to East Moline, 
I to the service of the great unseen. 
All the way home I watched a circling crow 
And read your falling portents in the snow. 
I burned my clothes, I moved, I changed my name, 
But every night, unstamped her letter came: 
"Ominous cramps and pains." I cursed the vows 
That cattle make to grass when cattle browse. 

Heartsick and tired, to you, Green Thumb, I prayed 
For her reprieve and that our debt be paid 
By my remorse. "Give me a sign," I said, 
"Give me my burning bush." You squeaked the bed. 
I hid my face like Moses on the hill, 
But unlike Moses did not feel my will 
Swell with new strength; I put my choice to sleep. 
That night we cowered, choice and I, like sheep. 

When I awoke I found beneath the door 
Only the invoice from the liquor store. 
The grape-vine brought the word. I switched to beer: 
She had become a civil engineer. 
When I went walking birds and children fled. 
I took my love, myself, behind the shed; 
The shed burned down. I switched to milk and eggs. 
At night a dream ran up and down my legs. 

I have endured, as Godless Nazarite, 
Life like a bone even a dog would slight; 
All that the dog would have, I have refused. 
May I, of all your subjects, be excused? 
The world is yours, Green Thumb; I smell your heat 
Licking the winter to a green defeat. 
The creatures join, the coupling seasons start; 
Leave me, Green Thumb, my solitary part.


Written by Robert William Service | Create an image from this poem

Jaloppy Joy

 Past ash cans and alley cats,
Fetid. overflowing gutters,
Leprous lines of rancid flats
Where the frowsy linen flutters;
With a rattle and a jar,
hark! I sing a happy ditty,
As I speed my Master far
From the poison of the City.

Speed him to the sportive sea,
Watch him walloping the briny,
Light his pipe and brew his tea
In a little wood that's piny;
Haven him to peace of mind.
Drowsy dreams in pleasant places,
Where the woman's eyes are kind,
And the men have ruddy faces.

Just a jaloppy am I,
But he's always been my lover,
So each Sunday morn I try
Youthful joy to re-discover.
For he loves the wild and free,
And though he would never know it,
Nature thrills him with the glee
And the rapture of the poet.

He's a little invoice clerk,
I'm a worn and ancient flivver;
I have an asthmatic spark,
He an alcoholic liver;
Yet with clatter, clang and creak
We are lyrical for one day;
Then another loathly week,
Living for another Sunday.

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