I dreamt of Charles Olson
And a persimmon tree
There was fog
And there were ships
In a wide channel
It was autumn
The poet placed
A poor man’s apple
In my hand
I dreamt of Charles Olson…
I dreamt of Charles Olson
And a persimmon tree
There was fog
And there were ships
In a wide channel
It was autumn
The poet placed
A poor man’s apple
In my hand