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echo of the clocktower footstep
in the alleyway sweep
of the wind sifting the leaves | img2poems |
jeweller of the spiderweb connoisseur
of autumn's opulence blade of lightning
harvesting the sky | img2poems |
keeper of the small gate choreographer
of entrances and exits midnight
whisper traveling the wires | img2poems |
we shared chocolate and one man from maine
told a joke
suns were everywhere at our feet | img2poems |
his paycheck at the harley house roared off
with nothing but a backpack waving his headband
leaning into a downhill curve and gone | img2poems |
i never
saw you that way marilyn
though perhaps incomplete | img2poems |
the angel sees a pinewood box in place of the man
and the street he walks is a boat
the hull like a coal crater | img2poems |
where was i expecting death
to take me if everywhere it is
is on earth | img2poems |
it's burning hot the heat coming
from bugs and worms
raping and devouring one another | img2poems |
he starts the hard work
of the imagination
learning to minister to the new dream | img2poems |
against the blue good luck to it my sister and i below
heads tilted back as we stand in the grass good
luck to all of us still here still in love with it | img2poems |
i'd do this every few minutes
i'd think to myself
what made me such a failure | img2poems |
here comes lucretius then ovid then horace
in lines saying relentlessly doily doily
till stars take over and do the same | img2poems |
why have you pushed him from his world into mine
stopped him there and turned his ear
toward my warning shout | img2poems |
bless the elsewhere
where others are
not here or you | img2poems |
as laughing now brushing confetti away you hand
the bride flowers narcissi their green throats pushing up
from wet stones in a jar | img2poems |
are there to be sat through waited out
on a damp bench as a man sweeps up around you
and the sun comes out in real time stealing over the ground | img2poems |
and leapt away
a white tooth
in the closing mouth of the woods | img2poems |
i am coming i am about
to come your shuddering
lover your raz el hanout | img2poems |
of zaatar bread and diet cokes
we found some shade under a portico
as the visionary pillars disappeared into blue sky | img2poems |
what questions were we asking
staring at the misinformation on the wall
and the beautiful armenian head of anahit | img2poems |
why was i back in der zor at the chapel
digging armenian bones out of the baked ground
scratching the marrow and dried mildew | img2poems |
that might mean
those cloudy bastards
have noticed me | img2poems |
in offering as much for
show as for a fear so deep
i found i couldn't name it | img2poems |
in a forest on a train in new york
and paris with unparalleled handiwork sinning
as i go merry as an office boy spooning onion soup | img2poems |
the body held so long
by stewards
in her name | img2poems |
when the great bass stomped its galloping boom out
to the crowd my heart swelled with valor and pride
i remembered when we saluted when we took off our hat | img2poems |
a mongoose charges dry grass and fades through a fence
faster than an afterthought
dust rises easily | img2poems |
desire them but cannot want such order
we stand mouths open and cannot help
stammering our secrets nailed to water | img2poems |
along which
randomly clucks
the whole game | img2poems |
sound inside their years
surely i have known the whole
of grief and grace in gears | img2poems |
thing took her place in front of us
arranged in cuneiform polished
brandishing a window to climb out | img2poems |
a thresh of sticks and vine hand-carried
high ay am my own weight carried by
kind horse kind mother gone | img2poems |
one cartwheel over the quicksand curve
of tuesday to tuesday and you're gone
summering a ship on the farthest wave | img2poems |
sometimes imagining that greedy zero
you must have been that promising empty sack
of possibilities never-to-come tomorrow | img2poems |
but look at you now body soft old shoe
that love wears when it's stirring look down look
how earth wants what you weigh needs what you know | img2poems |
to be exact it happened the very first time
that i saw rome darkness falling as i left
causing me to see what simply couldn't last | img2poems |
i'm a pipe cleaner
a drop of moisture on the big nose
a pushing landscape indecipherable | img2poems |
as she touches a fingertip to a word
to mark her place and turns her head
toward the kettle that has begun to whistle | img2poems |
my dog has died
i buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine | img2poems |
to my breathing whispered
praise my slightest
suggestion | img2poems |
to me to each other by my will
by love to that other realm
by song and tooth and blood | img2poems |
who knows what will become of them
before they
find their peace | img2poems |
from a sun shower
who's arrived dripping wet an idea
fresh from the brush of his maker | img2poems |
i found him going through the public trash
figuring how to fill a bottle
some angry drunk had smashed | img2poems |
to hear
i read until you finally slept
and all your jagged syntaxes softened into rest | img2poems |
whose poems drifted like a dinghy
in small inlets gravesend rockaway
out too far for safety in sight of land | img2poems |
collect red bug bites
show you a peacock before
his tail gets ratty | img2poems |
the lapping of lake water and a call of one bird
then another cries of joy or warning
it passes the time to wonder which | img2poems |
back out
mary i am still
for you i am still a numbness for you | img2poems |
i'd sit on the bench
(i didn't look out of the eyeholes
so i wouldn't see the carnage | img2poems |
vii
a transmission through space
a dismemberment of the spirit | img2poems |
viii
years later i came back
wanting to be known | img2poems |
for five more years
then the wailing
then the dust | img2poems |
the silver drops
the spider's hour
the mirror | img2poems |
when the bees fly out tomorrow to look for sweetness
and find their way
because nothing else has changed | img2poems |
see snow falls for the first time every year and every year
my students rush to the window as if snow were more interesting
than math which of course it is | img2poems |
there falls each ancient barrier that the art
of race or creed or rank devised to rear
grim bulwarked hatred between heart and heart | img2poems |
though wild beneath the daemonic pressure
of his inquiry (with so much of the trowel
surely a touch more finishing might be borne | img2poems |
and later
you stood mighty in the door on james street
loud callin | img2poems |
we struggle vainly still we fain would catch
such rifts amid life's shadows for they bring
glimpses ineffable of things divine | img2poems |
you
you
a poet | img2poems |
but still she looked good to me she still looked good
and all thanks to an ugly horse
who wrote this poem | img2poems |
my typewriter is
tombstone
still | img2poems |
and i am
reduced to bird
watching | img2poems |
he walks away
thinking about
it | img2poems |
now take a close look
do you find
it has another row behind | img2poems |
some would be devoted to acting against consciousness
like the flight of a moth which had it known
would have tended nevertheless toward the candle's flame | img2poems |
i would deal separately with satisfaction and pride
the time when i was among their adherents
who strut victoriously unsuspecting | img2poems |
the history of my stupidity will not be written
for one thing it's late
and the truth is laborious | img2poems |
a right idea of the sight to frame
t'have guessed from what new element she came
t'have hit the wav'ring form or giv'n this thing a name | img2poems |
pencil or warps
of a flat eye
the wide world circling | img2poems |
by whose bald sign i know
that stooping age away shall pull
which youthful years did sow | img2poems |
for beauty with her band
these crooked cares hath wrought
from whence i first was brought | img2poems |
ah ah groans the crew with the weight the winds cutting skin
we claim our seats
pelicans perch in the draft for fish | img2poems |
ah ah calls the sun from a fishing boat with a pale yellow sail
we fly by
on our return over the net of eternity thrown out for stars | img2poems |
in the chill rains of the early winter i hear something
a puling anger a cold wind stiffened by flying bone
out of the north | img2poems |
thestylis
what you cannot constant hope
must be taken as you may | img2poems |
ametas
then let's both lay by our rope
and go kiss within the hay | img2poems |
new yeare forth looking out of janus gate
doth seeme to promise hope of new delight
and bidding th'old adieu his pass | img2poems |
what then can move her
if not merth nor mone
she is no woman but a sencelesse stone | img2poems |
haunting the sacred well the hidden shrine
it is the ravage of the heron wood
it is the rood blazing upon the green | img2poems |
and where my organ of veneration should be
wormwood and gall
grudge sliver | img2poems |
the nurse said of the bedsore
everything exists
at the courtesy of everything else | img2poems |
deer do not tremble i know this
my bone and sinew twisted into fallow
slenderness and the tibia twig thin | img2poems |
four rods finished with a cloven
hoof planted on rotting leaf mould
gloomy weight of the gold altar | img2poems |
despite the blood threat of power
my doe body would not spring away
no flick of spotted fur into shadow | img2poems |
and fills the lost ring's
hollow with life's most lasting
part cries for new love | img2poems |
low in the east now lighting gorgeously
he saw the last sea-serpent iris-mailed
to pluck the sun down into the dead sea | img2poems |
stasis in darkness
then the substanceless blue
pour of tor and distances | img2poems |
hauls me through air
thighs hair
flakes from my heels | img2poems |
white
godiva i unpeel
dead hands dead stringencies | img2poems |
nearness without contact
causes numbness
analgesia | img2poems |
pins and needles
as the snugness
of the surgeon's glove causes hand fatigue | img2poems |
hans memling is watching from my matchbox
where the serpent lives
this is his nest | img2poems |
woman was made to serve and obey man
man must obey god
wife: man can command | img2poems |
a few capricious tourists off the cozy track
propose unbeaten toasts
he'll soon be going back | img2poems |
an amble to the john the mirror's random crack
the urinal's askew
he'll soon be going back | img2poems |
dusty carnations carnival bric-a-brac
long-faded revaltions
he'll soon be going back | img2poems |
into so few words respectfully asks glatstein
wang wei at first doesn't understand the problem
but then he shrugs his shoulders mumbles zen | img2poems |
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