A Good Kenneth Koch Poem


The Days to Solve

1

There are empty cars of an absolute beauty
Waiting for me beneath the dress
Of day. The lion has saved,
And hell is willing,
O affair, O affair!

Acting summer removes the disk
Of lilac stupidity.
There are sharp reeds in the city
For disintegration.
I watch a love fall. Hills!


2

Master Chicago! oh the sunlight in milk
Of parenthood! When vichy threw out
Its arrival to blossom saint
And froze the radios like backs
Of cigarette-bards,
Champagne-leaves, Pepper Martin
And true-loves, auto gypsy
Of the ceiling-sink to the Rome we cut
In starlight, delicately alone
Like flag-boys, meeting after sound
Had turned the head blue!


3

May the gross air be
Sonnet! O bigness!
Grape ships!

Den of mines, use,
There is not a taint on her foot
Made by an it or a madman
Often flowers and shoes’ remedy—
Million. Foe in act’s hire!

The bread is beautiful beneath the sunlight
Easily medley deep at silence
Sews. As the air is right
By hit’s orange graph.