I want to read a poem, which is called "Woolworth's."
And this is-- I always revised terribly, you know.
This used to be called "Kresge's."
It's called "Woolworth's" now.
But there were a few other changes along the way.
But, here's "Woolworth's."
My whole life has led me here.
[LAUGHTER]
Daisies made out of resin, hairnets and submarines,
diaries, green garden chairs, and a thousand
boxes of cough drops.
[LAUGHTER]
Three hundred years ago, I was hedging and ditching in Devon.
I lacked freedom of worship and a freedom to trade molasses,
for rum, for slaves, for molasses.
"I will sail to Massachusetts to build a Kingdom of Heaven
on Earth!"
The side of a hill swung open.
It was Woolworth's!
[LAUGHTER]
I followed this vision to Boston.
[LAUGHTER]
I've written virtually no political poetry, ever.
And I suppose that one's a little bit political.
Maybe it's more irritable, I don't know.