IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
(taut jeans dancing)

An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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DON LARSEN'S PERFECT GAME

Paul Goodman

Everybody went to bat three times except their pitcher (twice) and his pinch hitter, but nobody got anything at all. Don Larsen in the eighth and ninth looked pale and afterwards he did not want to talk. This is a fellow who will have bad dreams. His catcher Berra jumped for joy and hugged him like a bear, legs and arms, and all the Yankees crowded around him thick to make him be not lonely, and in fact in fact in fact nothing went wrong. But that was yesterday.


SURFERS AT SANTA CRUZ

Paul Goodman

They have come by carloads with Styrofoam surfboards in the black wetsuits of the affluent sixties, the young Americans kneeling paddle with their palms and stand through the breakers One World Polynesians lying offshore as if they were fishing for the village. They are waiting for the ninth wave when each lone boy falling downhill ahead of the cresting hundreds of yards balancing communicates with the ocean on the Way how beautiful they are their youth and human skill and communion with the nature of things, how ugly they are already sleek with narrow eyes.

 
 
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