A Madrigal for 3 Voices

by Louis Zukofsky

Hail the tree's meadow
Where the watch
Fees no property

Where bread crumbs strike
Red raked leaves
Pigeons redden shadow
Under red feet

When pigeons greet
Workers meeting-
In the valley
of the city-
Not a chimney's
made of putty
And the lampposts
are high
high and white-or
red, like
no property of night.

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