I Am in Babylon Dying

Allen Grossman

1957

The bell pursues me. It is time to die.
It is the hour when no man works. I feel
My time fill up with leaves like a dry well
With many autumns over it, leaves that I
Leave to sigh in the ears of my children. My enemy
Asks for a song, but I sing not. Let the willow
Tell how many sons of them my sons will kill
Before they forget Jerusalem. I cry
Not…
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Allen Grossman

1932–2014
Allen Grossman was a postmodern poet born in Minneapolis. He taught at Brandeis University and was the Andrew W. Mellon Professor Emeritus of the Humanities at Johns Hopkins University. Grossman earned three Pushcart Prizes, a MacArthur Fellowship, the Bassine Citation from the Academy of American Poets, and Yale University’s Bollingen Prize in American Poetry.

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