Irish Sports Section Latest: Lyricist Robert Hunter at 78. Hunter kept a low profile, but he could forge a tune, Smith! Not to everyone's taste, for sure, and the effect is probably significantly enhanced by Ripple, Mr. Frosty, and other Sundries Not to Be Named. But I thought he had a great style, form, and pacing. He's got a place in my palace of poets. Example: China Cat Sunflower (1969).
Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun
Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono
like a crazy-quilt stargown
through a dream night wind
Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana
like a one-eyed Cheshire
like a diamond-eye Jack
A leaf of all colors plays
a golden string fiddle
to a double-e waterfall over my back
Comic book colors on a violin river
crying Leonardo words
from out a silk trombone
I rang a silent bell
beneath a shower of pearls
in the eagle wing palace
of the Queen Chinee
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