The Canticle of Jack Kerouac by Lawrence Ferlinghetti #5

 

#5

Ah he the Silent Smiler

the one

with the lumberjack shirt

and cap with flaps askew

blowing his hands in winter

as if to fan a flame

The Shrouded Stranger knew him

as Ti-Jean the Smiler

grooking past red brick mill buildings

down by the riverrun

(O mighty Merrimac

‘thunderous husher’)

where once upon a midnight then

young Ti-Jean danced with Memere

in the moon drowned light

And rolled upon the greensward

his mother and lover

all one Buddha

in his arms

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