& another one (I like the way this transmits the original typesetting, thanks Mike Snider):

         29    An Icon

             woke up this mornin' with my mind
             set  on  freedom. . .


  

         I wanted to make you happy with another poem,
 & as the star of a nation    droops low
 in the great NW sky    I wanted to flood you
 with fishbaskets    from Rome, Byzantium

  
         & as the voice of Marian Anderson
 ricochets off the Memorial (& over the
 heads of the D.A.R.)  I wanted the star
 (with its consort    of muffled organ)
 to surface – and plumb     the mansions of heaven

  
         & these desires of mine
 hung there    pendulous    like fireworks,
 or    all the other & Various    Works of Man –
 waiting, waiting    (like sheepdogs – wandering barks)
 for the miracle of your    ink-black    inspiration