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why so hard to pull into the light
a drinker of blood?)...
[*large social implication intended*]
No matter. Your ghost will stomp back up in the hills,
seed phantoms need the roads, the high spots
where the crown is hid.
And when mosquito prancers ride in pairs, in scores,
and force you down into their trumpety, their ring of sand,
[*Main theme again*]
stay terrible; feel only their glutting fair--
lest the burn of your blowing saliva,
the scald of your nosebleed fan,
the bloomful silence of your impossible fall
teach
nothing.
1978
1980
Tomorrow [*Perhaps the second poem I ever published (in a college anthology, America Sings). It did not take long for me to desert this kind of diction.*]
This day makes sport of my desire
And laughter echoes my lament.
My joy is ransomed by tomorrow,
To whose embrace my toil is bent.
Tomorrow will descent a queen
From this day’s own pure atmosphere,
Diademmed and royal gowned,](https://cuny.manifoldapp.org/system/resource/4/2/0/420c9776-c4b8-48d8-9fe0-40ebe7adde44/attachment/af526d6b2e7f2811eb75bf55bbf13a53.jpg)
![191
why so hard to pull into the light
a drinker of blood?)...
[*large social implication intended*]
No matter. Your ghost will stomp back up in the hills,
seed phantoms need the roads, the high spots
where the crown is hid.
And when mosquito prancers ride in pairs, in scores,
and force you down into their trumpety, their ring of sand,
[*Main theme again*]
stay terrible; feel only their glutting fair--
lest the burn of your blowing saliva,
the scald of your nosebleed fan,
the bloomful silence of your impossible fall
teach
nothing.
1978
1980
Tomorrow [*Perhaps the second poem I ever published (in a college anthology, America Sings). It did not take long for me to desert this kind of diction.*]
This day makes sport of my desire
And laughter echoes my lament.
My joy is ransomed by tomorrow,
To whose embrace my toil is bent.
Tomorrow will descent a queen
From this day’s own pure atmosphere,
Diademmed and royal gowned,](https://cuny.manifoldapp.org/system/resource/4/2/0/420c9776-c4b8-48d8-9fe0-40ebe7adde44/attachment/medium-2f07e267bcdbd987ccd53e372d6ab285.jpg)
El Toro (with annotations) 6
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Poem written by Emanuel in 1978/1980, typed with handwritten annotations. In his notes, Emanuel states that this is the longest poem he has ever written. The poem arises questions of how society treats its inhabitants. (Page 6)
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- container titleJames A. Emanuel Papers
- creatorJames A. Emanuel
- issueBOX 5 FOLDER 12 "Whole Grain and Later Poems of James A. Emanuel (Annotated by the Auhtor), draft, part I, 1995 (2 of 2)
- rightsJames A. Emanuel Estate
- rights holderJames A. Emanuel Estate
- version1978/1980