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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=432191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Baseball Canto</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watching baseball, sitting in the sun, eating popcorn, <br>reading Ezra Pound,<br>and wishing that Juan Marichal would hit a hole right through the<br>Anglo-Saxon tradition in the first Canto<br>and demolish the barbarian invaders.<br>When the San Francisco Giants take the field <br>and everybody stands up for the National Anthem,<br>with some Irish tenor's voice piped over the loudspeakers,<br>with all the players struck dead in their places <br>and the white umpires like Irish cops in their black suits and little<br>black caps pressed over their hearts,<br>Standing straight and still like at some funeral of a blarney bartender,<br>and all facing east,<br>as if expecting some Great White Hope or the Founding Fathers to<br>appear on the horizon like 1066 or 1776.<br>But Willie Mays appears instead,<br>in the bottom of the first,<br>and a roar goes up as he clouts the first one into the sun and takes<br>off, like a footrunner from Thebes.<br>The ball is lost in the sun and maidens wail after him <br>as he keeps running through the Anglo-Saxon epic.<br>And Tito Fuentes comes up looking like a bullfighter<br>in his tight pants and small pointy shoes. <br>And the right field bleechers go made with Chicanos and blacks <br>and Brooklyn beer-drinkers, <br>&quot;Tito! Sock it to him, sweet Tito!&quot;<br>And sweet Tito puts his foot in the bucket <br>and smacks one that don't come back at all, <br>and flees around the bases <br>like he's escaping from the United Fruit Company.<br>As the gringo dollar beats out the pound.<br>And sweet Tito beats it out like he's beating out usury,<br>not to mention fascism and anti-semitism.<br>And Juan Marichal comes up, <br>and the Chicano bleechers go loco again, <br>as Juan belts the first ball out of sight, <br>and rounds first and keeps going <br>and rounds second and rounds third, <br>and keeps going and hits paydirt <br>to the roars of the grungy populace.<br>As some nut presses the backstage panic button <br>for the tape-recorded National Anthem again, <br>to save the situation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it don't stop nobody this time,<br>in their revolution round the loaded white bases,<br>in this last of the great Anglo-Saxon epics,<br>in the territorio libre of Baseball.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+Ferlinghetti">Lawrence Ferlinghetti</a><div class=q>
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reading Ezra Pound,
and wishing that Juan Marichal would hit a hole right through the
Anglo-Saxon tradition in the first Canto
and demolish the barbarian invaders.
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