Poem: ‘Ballad of the Diminished I’
Carl Rakosi, 3 July 1997
‘Tell me, where does fancy breed?’ In the calyx of the crocus in the springtime, a merry time when the spirit bounds like a feather.
And a goatherd, two miles out of Oaxaca, with his flock browsing ahead of him, approached me and hesitantly, as a simple man with one more learned, asked, ‘What’s it like, Señor, in the city?’
And tell me, where does fancy lie?...