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James Emanuel at his Montparnasse apartment in Paris Photo
MY FIRST NOVEL, PAGE ONE
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[*”At Bay”: Using the images common to a confrontation between police and a lawbreaker, this poem examines the feelings of the “underdog”.*]
At Bay
My sirens
Ain’t never stopped screamin’
My searhlights
Ain’t got to no sky
My pistol
Ain’t hung up for dreamin’
My tear gas
Ain’t made nobody cry.
Come on, cops.
Ain’t but one way
To live and to die.
1966
1968
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[*I Touched the Hand of a Solider Dead: an anti-war poem set in the Philippine Islands. The sampaguita is the national flower there.*]
I touched the hand of a solider dead
On Bukidnon hill.
I touched a cold and lonely hand. [*This line reflects my seeing (I thought) a human hand in the water near Manila Bay as the troopship I had been on for 36 days, the General Anderson, neared its destination*]
It was quite still.
It looked not like an enemy,](https://cuny.manifoldapp.org/system/resource/a/3/d/a3d663c6-be19-4e1b-a1f3-83cbb38529fa/attachment/98596816ed1861884b982849fca588f0.jpg)
I Touched the Hand of a Soldier Dead (with annotations) 1
Draft, LEFT UMBRELLAS
After the Poetry Reading, Black (with annotations) 3
Firing Squads
![1st draft, 55 Sinclair Rd, London, 22 July 1978, 2:08 p.m.—3:13; 3:50—5:32.
Changed 24 July, 11:40 a.m.—12:07
THE ONE YOU CAN’T FORGET: A TRAIN FROM LONDON
Riding backwards, [too late to change,]
I felt her opposite me,
[her lipstick something I remembered
Warm as wine spilled on my lips]
strange her [second] doubled self [a shadowed] in tranquil window-box outhinged,
glassframed, [and] floatfixed in my lucid eye
that saw it sharp as Paddington and Royal Oak
[outside] gliding outside, photo-real
[from] on stations [for each mind] to cling to,
like friends at destination Reading, [friends to cling to,]
[minutes left] twenty minutes left for [patchwork] picture[s], patchwork,
[clicking back] clickbacks to those lively whiles and [times] aches between
now focused on a dizzy track of life outside
that snatched my window-watching to [a] its stream
that [climbed] flashed across the glassy face and arms
of her whose placid self
ranged with me knee to knee,
her outdoor countenance alive
beneath the hordes that slivered her:](https://cuny.manifoldapp.org/system/resource/3/e/4/3e49d202-48a5-4ee7-9f75-d9879ccbc888/attachment/ea5d906662758acda118bf16f2f6052c.jpg)
THE ONE YOU CAN'T FORGET: A TRAIN FROM LONDON
Scarecrow: the Road to Toulouse 1
Three Chores, One Country Day 3