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October 31: Wal-Mart Aisle

Wal-Mart Aisle
When traffic is a-beepin’, lights are slow,
The baby is a-cryin’, gas is low,
I’ll shop for clothes in trendy, low-class styles,
And walk a cart along a Wal-Mart aisle.

The men show guts that hang above their belts,
The toddlers cry and howl as ice cream melts;
Dressed in their bathrobes, mothers hunt for sweets
In cluttered racks and bins for trick or treat

On Halloween when Johnny wears a mask
And asks for candy that will rot his teeth,
When candle wax is dripping slow, and cops

Prowl for the pranksters, teenagers with flasks
Of wine, with dummies they swing underneath
The cars whose drivers hear a chilling “plop.”
~Day Williams

 

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The Lake Isle – Poem by Ezra Pound

poet Ezra Pound

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,
With the little bright boxes
piled up neatly upon the shelves
And the loose fragment cavendish
and the shag,
And the bright Virginia
loose under the bright glass cases,
And a pair of scales
not too greasy,
And the votailles dropping in for a word or two in passing,
For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit.

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Lend me a little tobacco-shop,
or install me in any profession
Save this damn’d profession of writing,
where one needs one’s brains all the time.

 

~Ezra Pound

 

 

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1989)
W.B. Yeats by D.W.