Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved

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Soon I will rise onto the mesa,
Play on the tableland under the lights.
Three nights at the Royal Albert Hall.

All my aspiration... All aspire...
The morning sky on the high plateau, afire.

Enter the pop warrior
Held in thrall to seven tiers,
"Hello darkness" for twenty-four years.

Be beautiful. Be a man.
Do what no one can.
Stand for genetic union.
Be mild in a battle blaze.

Go out on the field of praise to the apron.
Tell every stall: tomorrow it's over.
Tonight is all.

LondonApril 1988