from: Personal and Impersonal: Six Aesthetic Realists: Louis Dienes

 

 

 

  CROSS-COUNTRY TELEPHONE POLE

It is so lonely on this road
That I never shall come again
And a sound glows around those wires,
A sound that scares me;
It is the wind vibrating them just a little
In the vast silence.


There are no trees at all
Around this road
And it is flat and hot and wild
And fear comes and sweat and shivers.


A car races by and makes
The wind scream around the angles
Of its metal body.


A message pulses through the wires,
"Gumbo jumbo, hispen-ispen
Gebrunch-gedunch"
And I hear it because I am a wire tapper
And I am an impulsive listener
And the car that raced by
Reminded me to listen.

Personal & Impersonal (New York: Defintion Press, 1959)

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