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now i break up in pieces that fly about like clubs
a wind of such violence
will tolerate no bystanding: i must shriek | img2poems |
i am inhabited by a cry
nightly it flaps out
looking with its hooks for something to love | img2poems |
i am terrified by this dark thing
that sleeps in me
all day i feel its soft feathery turnings its malignity | img2poems |
clouds pass and disperse
are those the faces of love those pale irretrievables
is it for such i agitate my heart | img2poems |
when he spies the coupon at the back of the comic book
he is about to act upon a different set of scientific principles
he is ready to dance | img2poems |
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through them
the belled herds travel at will
long-legged and thirsty covered with foreign dust | img2poems |
from the lower forty-eight
the frog i trod sprang back
intact all its receptors set on july | img2poems |
from which no care can save
and partner once of tiney's box
must soon partake his grave | img2poems |
from this distance they are a grace
an ache
the kingdom inside | img2poems |
the love you live
the life you give
everything is free | img2poems |
his tongue tingled ripely
this country's foreign
to me he continued but i'm not foreign to it | img2poems |
irreverent of tradition
he still took a princess as his lover
and let nations strike medals in his name | img2poems |
the boot is famous to the earth
more famous than the dress shoe
which is famous only to floors | img2poems |
i want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous
or a buttonhole not because it did anything spectacular
but because it never forgot what it could do | img2poems |
darling all night
i have been flickering off on off on
the sheets grow heavy as a lecher'slecher a person with strong sexual desires lustful kiss | img2poems |
you sway like a crane to the tunes of tossed stones
i am what you made to live in
from what you had: hair matted as kelp bad schools | img2poems |
the world is bluer and of the earth
at night when i sleep
enormous within your small hands | img2poems |
or find in our seamless
unravelling years
the tissue of apocalypse | img2poems |
wagtail smart in his belted blue
primrose paying her gold ere due
these are the things that i know are true | img2poems |
his body swaying in the air
tomorrow you will learn what's true
hanging's a thing he's done for you | img2poems |
rescue me from oblivion
syrup of skittish travelers fame
i yawn | img2poems |
and they come with a real big black funky stud too
oh ma
he's making eyes at me | img2poems |
little sphinxes i have instructed you to the best of my ability
who are you to mix up languages
this is not a smorgasbord | img2poems |
ard
words indeed no more can show
but 'tis to love as i love you | img2poems |
which considering the price
it would be a sin
not to enjoy | img2poems |
if i could stir
i could break a tree
i could break you | img2poems |
pigeons rustle in the eaves
at his feet the german shepherd
snaps its jaws in its sleep | img2poems |
to be (having to
come out of nowhere
very sad | img2poems |
ostrich had found his voice at last
his own beauty
his big terrific self | img2poems |
breasting the mist in sowers' aprons
my ghosts come striding into their spring stations
the dream grain whirls like freakish easter snows | img2poems |
outside a rustling and twig-combing breeze
refreshes and relents
is cadences | img2poems |
two fields back in the house small ripples shook
silently across our drinking water
and vanished into where they seemed to start | img2poems |
so etymologist of roots and graftings
i fall back to my tree-house and would crouch
where small buds shoot and flourish in the hush | img2poems |
the empty briar is swishing
when i come down and beyond inside your face
haunts like a new moon glimpsed through tangled glass | img2poems |
ah
but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds
and they are rich and ransom all ill deeds | img2poems |
but when one fearless turned and clawed like bronze
cringing was easy to blunt these stern paws
and he would weigh the heavier on those after | img2poems |
hence thou suborn'd informer
a true soul
when most impeach'd stands least in thy control | img2poems |
and drew four slatterns in an attic
heavy with heads on arms asleep
who if they woke could only weep | img2poems |
and knows he needs to have it or die and the one
who makes the general lose the world for love
lets him say would i had never seen her but oh | img2poems |
the almost certainly invented heart
which buddha denounces in its endless changes
forever jumping and moving like an ape | img2poems |
no one can see that leads to who knows where
a seraph took a live coal from the altar
and seared the prophet's lips and so he spoke | img2poems |
if you are comforted
by this thought you are welcome
to keep it | img2poems |
naturally i just got right back in the car
and believe me was determined determined
to head straight for home | img2poems |
the bawling pit-hooter and the god's
explosive foray vengeance before retreating
to his throne of sulphur | img2poems |
when i kissed that socket with my wet lip
my teeth fell out my fingers sprouted chives
and what a bald head chewed on my sick heart | img2poems |
yearning further into giving itself into the air breath
strained into song emptying the golden bell it comes from
the pure source poured altogether out and away | img2poems |
true words end
lies extend
translated from the oromo | img2poems |
you dweller in the dark cabin
rise since rising will not waken
and hail cry hail cry hail | img2poems |
i maaku
the frigate birds fly high above us and i'm afraid of falling
i maaku | img2poems |
only you back out into the world
i pray for you
to come and sit by me only a few more minutes now | img2poems |
i hear a river thro' the valley wander
whose water runs the song alone remaining
a rainbow stands and summer passes under | img2poems |
drive he sd for
christ's sake look
out where yr going | img2poems |
do not come anymore
i am an animal
very rarely | img2poems |
for one is both and both are one in love
both have the strength and both the length thereof
both of us of the love which makes us one | img2poems |
how far
this might be from the night of christmas
if it were not for you | img2poems |
inside his brain one so much making another
it was impossible to tell them all
in the court-culture of jokes a top banana | img2poems |
gets home from work they'll be okay till morning
it's laughter versus the bedroom and the pills
what is he in his efforts but a courtier | img2poems |
in a way that on his side went back to yiddish
on sandra's to some sicilian dialect
he used to scold her endlessly for smoking | img2poems |
so out of hand the army could barely function
finally one commander assembled his men
in one great room to deal with things directly | img2poems |
in kyoto
hearing the cuckoo
i long for kyoto | img2poems |
when i am tired of only touching
i have my mouth to try to tell you
what in your arms is not erased | img2poems |
or even worth seeing at all
but the spirit of this place just the same
felt here as joy | img2poems |
the ballast that keeps us upright loyal
to the dark deep-bedded throne
of the old country each new soul claims as its own | img2poems |
some days he loves gloxinia
amp others craves garlic blooms
hera aegina amp callisto in the same song | img2poems |
of night the enormous florida night
metallic with cicadas musical
and dangerous as the human heart | img2poems |
the paraders are resting and sipping drinks through straws
and the musicians mingle among them in their creamy white uniforms and talk
about the weather perhaps or how their kids are doing at school | img2poems |
and as a last breeze freshens the top of the weathered old tower i turn my
gaze
back to the instruction manual which has made me dream of guadalajara | img2poems |
and the knife
drawn over skin and dermis made a sound
of satin tearing | img2poems |
you're only imagining all this
look the butterfly's already
bringing the flowers back | img2poems |
the painting
soapsuds and whitewash
the critics described it so | img2poems |
but you are a poet
you pretend to make poems
and | img2poems |
he who had scrawled
on his cuffs on envelope scraps on market paper in his little pad
robins' trills girls' chatter at the railway station | img2poems |
he was led to be hanged
how
to write this scene | img2poems |
the stones tucked themselves under his feet
two magpies stalked him
poplar to poplar | img2poems |
a truck
with sides already dropped
above it a noose | img2poems |
and if you find her poor ithaka won't have fooled you
wise as you will have become so full of experience
you'll have understood by then what these ithakas mean | img2poems |
i've got most of the grease off and onto this little square
of paper
i'm folding it now making creases with my nails | img2poems |
so there was janet
kneeling on the wet grass crying her brown hen
to rise and walk upon it | img2poems |
instead i have told my story over and over
at parties on the edge of meetings my life
clenched in my fist my eyes brittle as glass | img2poems |
out of the fog a man in wranglers and
spurred boots clean-shaven a cigarette
in hand waved me down | img2poems |
the fog was lifting off the fern-scalded
mountains across the bay and the sheep
marked red and blue looked like sweaters | img2poems |
we passed the rusted hulls
of fishing boats and the scaffolding
of floating mussel beds | img2poems |
when lord haw haw broadcast for the nazis
from right here do ya think he was
a traitor or a patriot | img2poems |
i couldn't bring myself to tell him
i was on sabbatical and looking for
a place to write | img2poems |
maeve's mountain
two hours from
here in the other direction | img2poems |
we've gone to sleep back to chest
the way lips rejoin
after sighing | img2poems |
the crowd is sauntering at its ease
and humming like a hive of bees
you take your seat and touch the keys | img2poems |
i do not hear the giddy throng
the sea avenges israel's wrong
and on the wind floats miriam's song | img2poems |
you join me with a stately grace
music to poesy gives place
some grand emotion lights your face | img2poems |
at once i stand by mizpeh's walls
with smiles the martyred daughter falls
and desolate are mizpeh's halls | img2poems |
intrusive babblers come between
with calm pale brow and lofty mien
you thread the circle like a queen | img2poems |
then sweeps the royal esther by
the deep devotion in her eye
is looking if i die i die | img2poems |
you stroll the garden's flowery walks
the plants to me are grainless stalks
and ruth to old naomi talks | img2poems |
adopted child of judah's creed
like judah's daughters true at need
i see you mid the alien seed | img2poems |
i watch afar the gleaner sweet
i wake like boaz in the wheat
and find you lying at my feet | img2poems |
this is number three
what a trash
to annihilate each decade | img2poems |
nevertheless i am the same identical woman
the first time it happened i was ten
it was an accident | img2poems |
dying
is an art like everything else
i do it exceptionally well | img2poems |
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