Transcript of Sun Up and Other Poems
I Sun Up Sun Up 2 Monologues Jaguar Wild Duck The Dream Altitude Comrades Nocturne Cactus Seed 3 Windows Timestone Train Window Scandal Electricity Skyscrapers Wall Street at Night East River 4 Secrets Interim After Storm Secrets Pulpary Thaw V Portraits Mother Yes H OFT ER6 Sons of Belial Sons of Belial 7 Reveille in Harness Reveille To Alexander Berkman Emma Goldman An Old Workman To Larkin Wind Rising in the Alley Sun Up Shadows Over a Cradle Firelight Craning A hand throws something in the fire and a smaller hand runs into the flame and out again, singed and empty. Shadows Settling over a Cradle Two Hands and a Fire Icelia Cherry Cherry Glowing on the Hearth Bright Red Cherry When you try to pick up cherries Celia's shriek sticks in you like a pin. When God Throws Hill Stones you cuddle in Celia's shawl and press your feet on her belly high up When Celia Makes Umbrella of Her Hand Rain Falls Through Big Pink Spokes of Her Fingers When Wind Blows Celia's Gown Up Off Her Legs She Runs Under Pillars of the Bank Great Round Pillars of the Bank Have on White Stockings too Celia Says My Father Will Bring Me a Golden Bowl When I think of my father I cannot see him for the big yellow bowl like the moon with two handles he carries in front of him. Grandpa Grandpa Light All About You Ginger Pouring out of green jars you don't believe he has gone away and left his great coat so you pretend you see his face up in the ceiling. When you clap your hands and cry grandpa grandpa grandpa Celia crosses herself. It isn't a dream. It comes again and again. You hear Ivy crying on steeples the flames haven't caught yet and images screaming when they see red light on the lilies on the stained glass window of S.T. Joseph. The girl with the black eyes holds you tight and you run and run past the wild, wild towers and trees in the gardens tugging at their feet and little frightened dolls shut up in the shops crying and crying because no one stops you spin like a penny thrown out in the street. Then the man clutches her by the hair. He always clutches her by the hair. His eyes stick out like spears. You see her pulled back face and her black, black eyes lit up by the glare. Then everything goes out. Please God don't let me dream any more of the girl with the black, black eyes. Celia's shadow rocks and rocks and mama's eyes stare out of the pillow as though she had gone away and the night had come in her place as it comes in empty rooms. You can't bear it. The night threshing about and lashing its tail on its sides as bold as a wolf that isn't afraid and you scream at her face that is white as a