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Five Poems

Five Poems Five Po e ms b y C h o ng g i Mah Translated by Brother Anthony of Taizé Th e Fall of Pater s on "The great city split into three parts and the cities of the nations collapsed." (Rev. 16:19) 1 The streets of Paterson, New Jersey are so dangerous you cannot walk alone even by day. Flowers and squirrels, pigeons and clouds, parks and benches and lawns are all rotting and what poets called "beautiful things" have left. The city's little waterfall used to sing a high-pitched chorus, the sky above the waterfall where a doctor strolled in the 1940s, within that sky the water daily becoming a rainbow, but now even the fresh foam is a dumping ground of dry ruins. City of poverty, crime, drugs, and AIDS, only hatred, insomnia, and gunshots of fear remain. People's glares make the smoky city shake. 357 Bloodstains die a second time under the wheels of automobiles. I cannot stand upright in your city and with a horrified heart I hastily tear to shreds poems about heaven. In the collapsing city sterile children are dying, and meanwhile all the nation's cities are collapsing. 2 Los Angeles by http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture University of Hawai'I Press

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Copyright © 2007 President and Fellows of Harvard College
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Five Po e ms b y C h o ng g i Mah Translated by Brother Anthony of Taizé Th e Fall of Pater s on "The great city split into three parts and the cities of the nations collapsed." (Rev. 16:19) 1 The streets of Paterson, New Jersey are so dangerous you cannot walk alone even by day. Flowers and squirrels, pigeons and clouds, parks and benches and lawns are all rotting and what poets called "beautiful things" have left. The city's little waterfall used to sing a high-pitched chorus, the sky above the waterfall where a doctor strolled in the 1940s, within that sky the water daily becoming a rainbow, but now even the fresh foam is a dumping ground of dry ruins. City of poverty, crime, drugs, and AIDS, only hatred, insomnia, and gunshots of fear remain. People's glares make the smoky city shake. 357 Bloodstains die a second time under the wheels of automobiles. I cannot stand upright in your city and with a horrified heart I hastily tear to shreds poems about heaven. In the collapsing city sterile children are dying, and meanwhile all the nation's cities are collapsing. 2 Los Angeles by

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Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture – University of Hawai'I Press

Published: May 1, 2007

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