The Crowd At The Ball Game
The crowd at the ball game
Is moved uniformly
By a spirit of uselessness
Which delights them –
All the exciting detail
Of the chase
And the escape, the error
The flash of genius –
All to no end save beauty
The eternal –
So in detail they, the crowd,
Are beautiful
For this
To be warned against
Saluted and defied –
It is alive, venomous
It smiles grimly
Its words cut –
The flashy female with her
Mother, gets it –
The Jew gets it straight – it
Is deadly, terrifying –
It is the Inquisition, the
Revolution
It is beauty itself
That lives
Day by day in them
Idly –
This is
The power of their faces
It is summer, it is the solstice
The crowd is
Cheering, the crowd is laughing
In detail
Permanently, seriously
Without thought
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