Details for Paterson

I just saw two boys.

One of them gets paid for distributing circulars

and he throws it down the sewer.

I said, Are you a Boy Scout?

He said, no.

The other one was.

I have implicit faith in

      the Boy Scouts

If you talk about it

long enough

you'll finally write it—

If you get by the stage

when nothing

can make you write—

If you don't die first

I keep those bests that love

      has given me

Nothing of them escapes—

I have proved it

proven once more in your eyes

Go marry! your son will have

blue eyes and still

there'll be no answer

you have not found a cure

No more have I for that enormous

wedged flower, my mind

miraculously upon

the dead stick of night