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you are he said
beautiful
that is not love she said rightly | img2poems |
they clapped when they took off
for home despite the dead
dream they saw a free future | img2poems |
she has your high clear polished forehead but
no my sister has his dimple the cleft
in his chin | img2poems |
and she's embarrassed
you're embarrassed living in her blood
to think you ever acted like that | img2poems |
circles the pyramid of cestius
crosses a graveyard and submerges
again like the fin of a shark | img2poems |
on the men's hats
and now
the snow grows heavier falls on their stooping shoulders | img2poems |
spruce inadequate and alien
i stood at the side of the road
it was the only life i had | img2poems |
after all you know there are days
when even thirst runs dry
and prayer's lips harden | img2poems |
toddling through shadows
sturdy wobbling
fragile pregnant as summer is | img2poems |
i think he wanted to speak
but the dream had no sound
i think i must have loved him | img2poems |
come i'll instruct thee
know the vestal fire
is not by marriage quenched but flames the higher | img2poems |
no one
to witness
and adjust no one to drive the car | img2poems |
without thy light what light remains in me
thou art my life my way my light's in thee
i live i move and by thy beams i see | img2poems |
my light thou art-without thy glorious sight
my eyes are darken'd with eternal night
my love thou art my way my life my light | img2poems |
thou art my way i wander if thou fly
thou art my light if hid how blind am i
thou art my life if thou withdraw'st i die | img2poems |
if i have lost my path dear lover say
shall i still wander in a doubtful way
love shall a lamb of israel's sheepfold stray | img2poems |
my path is lost my wandering steps do stray
i cannot go nor can i safely stay
whom should i seek but thee my path my way | img2poems |
and yet thou turn'st thy face away and fly'st me
and yet i sue for grace and thou deny'st me
speak art thou angry love or only try'st me | img2poems |
dissolve thy sunbeams close thy wings and stay
see see how i am blind and dead and stray
-o thou art my life my light my way | img2poems |
i go again to the sea and converse with ovid
the poet whose lines of fortune and arteries my earth senses
when he raises the dobruja's broad hand to his brow | img2poems |
we shall not loiter long your friends and i
living you made it goodlier to live
dead you will make it easier to die | img2poems |
final proof he was not handicapped by his handicap
he married a deaf woman but his two daughters
are normal i mean not deaf | img2poems |
my stomach contracted: oh god what have i done
it wasn't me asking discomfiting questions to hound
this dear sweet ebullient man who had done his best | img2poems |
it's here
it's there
it hovers begging hand out | img2poems |
and on a hot dry day july they could all but burn
at a certain age you try to pull all kinds of things
out of the ground out of the loose gravel thrown by trains | img2poems |
no no mr
chinaski
rondo form | img2poems |
hey man i'll ask
haven't you heard of
the thirties | img2poems |
the thirties
what's
that | img2poems |
i got in the shower
and burned my balls
last wednesday | img2poems |
they are subtle : they seem to float though they weigh me down
upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color
a dozen red lead sinkers round my neck | img2poems |
when we spurred you against wellington's infantry squares
you side-ran them or reared back
the god of catasrophes took note | img2poems |
muir knew you on both shores and van der post knew you
mufti lords recognizing a lord in service
nuzzle them both | img2poems |
where you linger for shade on the veldt branches level
a tree is the only tree
your water the only water | img2poems |
flickers of hair along your neck's crest release
the only signal
which staggers from storm cloud to browse oats | img2poems |
for your standing here re-ordains neither akhilleus
nor cuchulain
dew braids your mane with fresh constellations | img2poems |
for that demigod's eye tiding capsizes anyone
who would turn trainer
and this one goes on into the bond | img2poems |
and the top tamers spook-soothers the whisperers
will write their books but miss the appointment
it is not inscribed | img2poems |
the unreached-for cup beaker for world-toxin
breast englobing ground zero
and so we know you not | img2poems |
evening the priest
let three rivers flow
and a woman sing to her child | img2poems |
and such for all that i foreknow
may be the truth
the deeper woe | img2poems |
how then o weary one
explain
the sources of that hidden pain | img2poems |
ii
but now stand forth as sweet as life
and let me paint you as a wife | img2poems |
ode to weakness whatever i am
the situation inside
the marriage | img2poems |
dull and insensible couldst see
a thing so near a deity
move up and down and feel no change | img2poems |
the woman her womb solid with the future
instructs her husband's eyes
to clutch insurance policies | img2poems |
they ignore my love affair with the furniture
the corner table that memorized
my crossed-out lines | img2poems |
was our greatest scribe well hilda gave us a few pink
grecian gods in with the chinaware but after reading her
i still have icicles hanging from my bones | img2poems |
dear dead women with such hair too
we quote and notice that hair is the first
of ourselves to decay before last after death | img2poems |
i can't
stand this which
one of us do you love | img2poems |
above the roof a windfucker smacked
the air
and wind kept eating the island rocks | img2poems |
abelard and eloise
henry the fowler charlemagne
die die in pain | img2poems |
my curls about her neck did crawl
and arms and hands they did enthrall
so that she could not freely stir | img2poems |
what business have i to do that
i know the world and i love it too much and it
is not the one i'd find outside this door | img2poems |
to hold back chaos i transformed
amorphous mass and fire and cloud
and golden structures form | img2poems |
he had a wee tittie that lo'ed na me
because i was twice as bonnie as she
that werena my heart licht i wad dee | img2poems |
the white peacock roosting
might have been christ
featherd robe of osiris | img2poems |
and out of gratitude
we imagine immortality for them
snug as the burrow of a mouse | img2poems |
and memory's wick
draws the liquefied
wax of experience up into flame | img2poems |
strange how quiet they are with their presence
so humble in the low song they sing
not expecting that anyone will listen | img2poems |
this
gives us
wings | img2poems |
power
i was the son of a king
hacking the armor from the limbs of the dying | img2poems |
the fire-flames crooned a tiny song
no cold wind stirred the wintry tree
beside their mother's knee | img2poems |
meet you her my wishes
bespeak her to my blisses
and be ye call'd my absent kisses | img2poems |
i wish her beauty
that owes not all his duty
to gaudy tire or glist'ring shoe-ty | img2poems |
something more than
taffeta or tissue can
or rampant feather or rich fan | img2poems |
more than the spoil
of shop or silkworm's toil
or a bought blush or a set smile | img2poems |
a face that's best
by its own beauty drest
and can alone command the rest | img2poems |
a face made up
out of no other shop
than what nature's white hand sets ope | img2poems |
a cheek where youth
and blood with pen of truth
write what the reader sweetly ru'th | img2poems |
a cheek where grows
more than a morning rose
which to no box his being owes | img2poems |
lips where all day
a lover's kiss may play
yet carry nothing thence away | img2poems |
looks that oppress
their richest tires but dress
and clothe their simplest nakedness | img2poems |
eyes that displaces
the neighbour diamond and outfaces
that sunshine by their own sweet graces | img2poems |
tresses that wear
jewels but to declare
how much themselves more precious are | img2poems |
whose native ray
can tame the wanton day
of gems that in their bright shades play | img2poems |
each ruby there
or pearl that dare appear
be its own blush be its own tear | img2poems |
a well-tam'd heart
for whose more noble smart
love may be long choosing a dart | img2poems |
eyes that bestow
full quivers on love's bow
yet pay less arrows than they owe | img2poems |
smiles that can warm
the blood yet teach a charm
that chastity shall take no harm | img2poems |
blushes that bin
the burnish of no sin
nor flames of aught too hot within | img2poems |
joys that confess
virtue their mistress
and have no other head to dress | img2poems |
fears fond and flight
as the coy bride's when night
first does the longing lover right | img2poems |
tears quickly fled
and vain as those are shed
for a dying maidenhead | img2poems |
days that need borrow
no part of their good morrow
from a forespent night of sorrow | img2poems |
days that in spite
of darkness by the light
of a clear mind are day all night | img2poems |
nights sweet as they
made short by lovers' play
yet long by th' absence of the day | img2poems |
life that dares send
a challenge to his end
and when it comes say welcome friend | img2poems |
sidneian showers
of sweet discourse whose powers
can crown old winter's head with flowers | img2poems |
soft silken hours
open suns shady bowers
'bove all nothing within that lours | img2poems |
whate'er delight
can make day's forehead bright
or give down to the wings of night | img2poems |
in her whole frame
have nature all the name
art and ornament the shame | img2poems |
her flattery
picture and poesy
her counsel her own virtue be | img2poems |
i wish her store
of worth may leave her poor
of wishes and i wish no more | img2poems |
'tis she and here
lo i unclothe and clear
my wishes' cloudy character | img2poems |
may she enjoy it
whose merit dare apply it
but modesty dares still deny it | img2poems |
such worth as this is
shall fix my flying wishes
and determine them to kisses | img2poems |
let her full glory
my fancies fly before ye
be ye my fictions but her story | img2poems |
much suspected by me
nothing proved can be
quoth elizabeth prisoner | img2poems |
thus for our guilt this jewel have we lost
the earth his bones the heavens possess his ghost
amen | img2poems |
long ago this desert was an inland sea
in the mountains
you can still find shells | img2poems |
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