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a wind off the distant hills lifts my shirt
brings the scent
of wounded horses | img2poems |
sucking your benumbed
trigger-finger
gamer's thumb | img2poems |
diseased the last elm falls and with it falls
the indistinct last glint of dionysus
lysius | img2poems |
now this is it
if the spirit was just
why did the maid weep | img2poems |
s stacked high
as a dag
wood sammich | img2poems |
an elegant hotel
the iron fretwork of the el
held each room in a deep corrosive bloom | img2poems |
this was the bankrupt's last chance the place
the gambler waits to learn his black mare's
leg snapped as she hurtled towards the finish line | img2poems |
trains hurtled by extinguished somewhere
past the bend of midnight
the shuddering world | img2poems |
dante and john chrysostom
might find this afternoon a sidereal roadmap
a pilgrim's way | img2poems |
snapping refusing and spitting high
till the steel teeth got gritty corners on them
and could grip them craw-chokingly to grind | img2poems |
i heard a gandy dancer playing on a jew's harp
where is now that merry party i remember long ago
nelly was a lady | img2poems |
cathedrals and snails the breaking of this new day
and the shadows of the beach road near which my mother lies
with the traffic of insects going to work anyway | img2poems |
eve
magdalene
or mary you | img2poems |
i am the blossom pressed in a book
found again after two hundred years
i am the maker the lover and the keeper | img2poems |
i am the one whose love
overcomes you already with you
when you think to call my name | img2poems |
all sounds fall still
feilside bleat
hide-and-seek peewit | img2poems |
wetter warmed they watch
the mason meditate
on name and date | img2poems |
delight dwindles
blame
stays the same | img2poems |
name and date
split in soft slate
a few months obliterate | img2poems |
not dancing but nearly risen
through barnlike theatrelike houses
on the wings of the buck and wing | img2poems |
quick dance shuffle of losses and leaves
only the things i didn't do
crackle after the blazing dies | img2poems |
forever splendor of fog snow shut strangers out
gradual turn of season ground stir pine
needle tickle your shoulder peak curve fresh air | img2poems |
a sequined empress
a mirage in loungewear and
harlequin glasses | img2poems |
of fur
i will teach you to be still as an egg
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass | img2poems |
the end of june's its garden july its fall
all else the world remembering what it was
in the seven days of its visible miracle | img2poems |
what's lost
a possible us
growing like new foliage out of stony ground emerging | img2poems |
last voice first a whole world calling
awful inaudible into the unstoppable loud
hurricane-force sea wind | img2poems |
ah you are being faraway too kind
dark beautiful cabala
goodbye gentlemens | img2poems |
chicago is an overgrown woman
wearing her skyscrapers
like a necklace | img2poems |
there will always be new wordless songs new humless tunes
chicago sings these songs each day
chicago who wears her skyscrapers like a necklace | img2poems |
on which i weekly write without conviction
'no longer living here
address unknown | img2poems |
and though we had some chance of slipping past the blockade
now only time will consent to have anything to do with us
for what purposes we do not know | img2poems |
swirl sleeping in the waterfall
on motionless pools scum appearing
disappearing | img2poems |
eaves formal on the zenith
lofty city kyoto
wealthy without antiquities | img2poems |
in the town where i was known
the young men stare at me
a few faces i know remain | img2poems |
i have heard of a time when kings beneath bark rooves
watched chimneys
when smoke was scarce taxes were remitted | img2poems |
somehow or other
neither palace nor straw-hut
is quite satisfactory | img2poems |
not emptyhanded with cherryblossom with red maple
as the season gives it to decorate my buddha
or offer a sprig at a time to chancecomers home | img2poems |
those are fireflies that seem
the fishermen's lights
off maki island | img2poems |
a shower at dawn
sings
like the hillbreeze in the leaves | img2poems |
i came here for a month
five years ago
there's moss on the roof | img2poems |
and i hear soanso's dead
back in kyoto
i have as much room as i need | img2poems |
the moonshadow merges with darkness
on the cliffpath
a tricky turn near ahead | img2poems |
oh
there's nothing to complain about
i am fond of my hut | img2poems |
i have renounced the world
have a saintly
appearance | img2poems |
so i traced these words on the bark of a beech
just at the falling of the mast
after scanning five yes each and each | img2poems |
all the five women clear come back
the while she drooped upon the track
and her frail term seemed well-nigh run | img2poems |
who will honor the city without a name
if so many are dead and others pan gold
or sell arms in faraway countries | img2poems |
what shepherd's horn swathed in the bark of birch
will sound in the ponary hills the memory of the absent
vagabonds pathfinders brethren of a dissolved lodge | img2poems |
this spring in a desert beyond a campsite flagpole
in silence that stretched to the solid rock of yellow and red mountains
i heard in a gray bush the buzzing of wild bees | img2poems |
the current carried an echo and the timber of rafts
a man in a visored cap and a woman in a kerchief
pushed hard with their four hands at a heavy steering oar | img2poems |
in the library below a tower painted with the signs of the zodiac
kontrym would take a whiff from his snuffbox and smile
for despite metternich all was not yet lost | img2poems |
in death valley salt gleams from a dried-up lake bed
defend defend yourself says the tick-tock of the blood
from the futility of solid rock no wisdom | img2poems |
understanding and pity
we value them highly
what else | img2poems |
beauty and kisses
fame and its prizes
who cares | img2poems |
doctors and lawyers
well-turned-out majors
six feet of earth | img2poems |
rings furs and lashes
glances at masses
rest in peace | img2poems |
sweet twin breasts good night
sleep through to the light
without spiders | img2poems |
oh yes i wanted to be me
i toasted mirrors weepily
and learned my own stupidity | img2poems |
so what else is new
i am not my own friend
time cuts me in two | img2poems |
they trot before me on embankment street two hently born parakeets
from samogitia and at night they unravel their spinster tresses of gray
hair | img2poems |
rattling their wheels courier and speedy move against the current
to werki and an oarsman shot down over england skiffs past spread
eagled by his oars | img2poems |
at st
peter and paul's the angels lower their thick eyelids in a smile
over a nun who has indecent thoughts | img2poems |
bearded in a wig mrs
sora klok sits at the counter instructing her
twelve shopgirls | img2poems |
how it glitters
the snow on three crosses hill and bekiesz hill not
to be melted by the breath of these brief lives | img2poems |
the castle tower above the leafy tumulus grows small and there is still
a hardly audible is it mozart's requiem
music | img2poems |
i said
no to you
so often couldn't see | img2poems |
oh please my love i want to rock and roll with you
feel it feel it
feel it all night like a shoe | img2poems |
and the outline of the claw
footed bathtub font
of the lost cathedral of childhood | img2poems |
looking back the glistening leaf is still moving
all of dry old me is crumpled like the hills of feed
and a slick me like a huge calf is coming out of me | img2poems |
the carrion-stinking dog who is calf of human and wolf
is chasing and eating little blood things the humans scatter
and all me run away over smells toward the sky | img2poems |
i watched
the water spiral up in them like smoke
beautiful yes but not much company | img2poems |
the bliss of what
one of the first things that i did
when i got back was look it up | img2poems |
i knew each nick and scratch by heart
the bluish blade the broken tip
the lines of wood-grain on the handle | img2poems |
now it won't look at me at all
the living soul has dribbled away
my eyes rest on it and pass on | img2poems |
four months i'll see her see him again
now i walk home along the river
into the wind as the clouds break open | img2poems |
alas
i have not hope nor health
nor peace within etc | img2poems |
he would abolish the rights of
property he would overthrow
the constitution | img2poems |
two weeks later they
ran me out
of town | img2poems |
whether or not we use it it goes
and leaves what something hidden from us chose
and age and then the only end of age | img2poems |
your feet descending the stairs any
moment any moment the whole world
all i want of the world coming down | img2poems |
he turned to look at the women
and eller shot him in the back with a pistol
just where his suspenders crossed | img2poems |
he assured her it was quinine
bought where he had always bought it
and she drank it | img2poems |
off-field outside the park beyond
the gates something was burning
the smell was everywhere | img2poems |
which still was panting part of it was true
oh how i strove the rest to have believed
ashamed and angry to be undeceived | img2poems |
yes grass
unequivocal grass
just grass | img2poems |
waterfall and thought of him
pushing back from a bar
to go make the same noise | img2poems |
the function as it seems to me
o' poetry is to bring to be
at lang lang last that unity | img2poems |
and i look at a' the random
band the wheel leaves whaur it fand 'em
i'll tak' it to avizandum | img2poems |
how much shall i love her
for life or not long
not long | img2poems |
and whom woo i after
no one or a throng
a throng | img2poems |
of these shall i wed one
long hence or quite soon
quite soon | img2poems |
and which will my bride be
the right or the wrong
the wrong | img2poems |
it is a scene shot with shades of grey
the smoke the animal the reported facts
on a seasonably grey and gloomy day | img2poems |
the tide's a lamentation of white opals
the beach is free
the coke machine rusted out | img2poems |
is it the sea you hear in me
its dissatisfactions
or the voice of nothing that was your madness | img2poems |
love is a shadow
how you lie and cry after it
listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off like a horse | img2poems |
all night i shall gallop thus impetuously
till your head is a stone your pillow a little turf
echoing echoing | img2poems |
or shall i bring you the sound of poisons
this is rain now this big hush
and this is the fruit of it: tin-white like arsenic | img2poems |
i have suffered the atrocity of sunsets
scorched to the root
my red filaments burn and stand a hand of wires | img2poems |
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