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if an angel fell off a cloud would he leave a hole
in a river and would the hole float along endlessly
filled with the silent letters of every angelic word | img2poems |
you are humped higher and higher black as stone
you sit with your head like a carving in space
and the little green cat is a bug in the grass | img2poems |
raggedy
raggedy
raggedy man | img2poems |
it tells us in a ringing anthem like heavenly hosts uplifted
that the rhapsody of the pastoral is out to lunch
we can take it from there | img2poems |
and who are these guys on the bus
who glide in golden hats past us
on their way to kansas city | img2poems |
a goodly place a goodly time
for it was in the golden prime
of good haroun alraschid | img2poems |
there beyond the dykes
i heard wind flaking sapphire like this summer
and willows could not hold more steady sound | img2poems |
on the door it says what to do to survive
but we were not born to survive
only to live | img2poems |
and this oh love my pitiable plight
whenever from my circling arms you stray
this little world of mine has lost its light | img2poems |
still thou turnedst and still
beckonedst the trembler and still
gavest the weary thy hand | img2poems |
at home in the barton you said thee' and thou
your talking quite fits 'ee for high compa-ny
some polish is gained with one's ruin said she | img2poems |
don't judge him
the courtyard's orange trees where once
he washed like a morisco are teaching his tongue the craft | img2poems |
the only protection
against death
was to love solitude | img2poems |
the view
the plain's hatching now
after rainless months | img2poems |
you who i don't know i don't know how to talk to you
what is it like for you there
here | img2poems |
most people are to the right
when it comes to where they must
eat and lay their heads | img2poems |
at the intersection of poverty and plague
the planet's children brave uncontrollable juiced
out of their gourds invent the sacred dance | img2poems |
i picked them just for you
i promise
i will try to stay on my side of the couch | img2poems |
outside my window just now
i can hear a small waterfall rippling antiphonally down over
the stones of my poem | img2poems |
word after word
floats through the glass
towards me | img2poems |
song have thy day and take thy fill of light
before the night be fallen across thy way
sing while he may man hath no long delight | img2poems |
here one calendar takes eighteen years
i am three
one day is an eyelash | img2poems |
all pains the immortal spirit must endure
all weakness which impairs all griefs which bow
find their sole speech in that victorious brow | img2poems |
the stitchery the trill the body electric
the fingertip pressure exquisite as it sings
the braille of here and here and here | img2poems |
one man in the sun alone
walks between the silence and the stone
the city rises from his flesh his bone | img2poems |
but an honest joy
does itself destroy
for a harlot coy | img2poems |
welcome flowers
write your name on a name tag
find a seat | img2poems |
raise your leaf if you've taken a class here before
let's go around the room
call out your colors | img2poems |
i see someone's petal has fallen
please pick it up and put it in your desk
where it belongs | img2poems |
sprinklers at recess
fertilizer for lunch
and you may snack on the sun throughout the day | img2poems |
excuse me
what's that in your mouth
a bee | img2poems |
did you
bring enough
for everyone | img2poems |
simplicity so graven hurts the sense
the monumental and the simple break
and the great tablets shatter down in deed | img2poems |
every year the quick particular jig
of unresolved event moves in the mind
and there's the trick simplicity has to win | img2poems |
dim is the rumour of a common fight
where host meets host and many names are sunk
but of a single combat fame speaks clear | img2poems |
so spake he and ferood stood forth and cried
old man be it agreed as thou hast said
let sohrab arm and we will find a man | img2poems |
but i will fight unknown and in plain arms
let not men say of rustum he was match'd
in single fight with any mortal man | img2poems |
and rustum came upon the sand and cast
his eyes toward the tartar tents and saw
sohrab come forth and eyed him as he came | img2poems |
art thou not rustum
speak
art thou not he | img2poems |
but with a cold incredulous voice he said
what prate is this of fathers and revenge
the mighty rustum never had a son | img2poems |
i tell thee prick'd upon this arm i bear
that seal which rustum to my mother gave
that she might prick it on the babe she bore | img2poems |
how say'st thou
is that sign the proper sign
of rustum's son or of some other man's | img2poems |
ruksh now thou grievest but o ruksh thy feet
should first have rotted on their nimble joints
or ere they brought thy master to this field | img2poems |
but now in blood and battles was my youth
and full of blood and battles is my age
and i shall never end this life of blood | img2poems |
and rustum gazed in sohrab's face and said
soon be that day my son and deep that sea
till then if fate so wills let me endure | img2poems |
blissful mary mother mild
maid and mother undefiled
save a mother and her child | img2poems |
she shrugs not really
they know what to do
they're goats | img2poems |
in the black of desire
we rock and grunt grunt and
shine | img2poems |
failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged
missing me one place search another
i stop somewhere waiting for you | img2poems |
my people of morrisville
who live
where all the ends are wrong | img2poems |
useless to warn the girl whosehand will always be reaching out for the flowers or
the sisters inflamed with schiller as he with the tricolor
dream of a world he could never inhabit | img2poems |
yet do thy worst old time
despite thy wrong
my love shall in my verse ever live young | img2poems |
oh my oh my i lose myself
i study atlases and cirrus paths
in search of traces of it of you | img2poems |
he wished to have me in his sight
once as a friend: this fixed a day in spring
to come and touch my hand | img2poems |
a simple thing
yet i wept for it
this | img2poems |
loved yesterday
are only dear
because thy name moves right in what they say | img2poems |
administered citizen achieving condition of robot
in public mind things not so good these days
nor in wrong run will it matter to tu fu | img2poems |
the same curves
to her stance the same
breasts beneath summer cloth | img2poems |
the clean hole
in the center heaven
the spaces we left empty | img2poems |
at dawn he is still there invisible short of breath mending his net
all morning we look for the white face to rise from the lake like a tiny star
and when it does we lie back in our watery hair and rock | img2poems |
it is not enough that yearly down this hill
april
comes like an idiot babbling and strewing flowers | img2poems |
butane propane
and lungful of diesel
i did not stand a chance | img2poems |
always with poison
breath bill responsibility
a man with rote hands | img2poems |
what do you want with one of those blame things
i asked him well beforehand
don't you get one | img2poems |
it's a star-splitter if there ever was one
and ought to do some good if splitting stars
'sa thing to be compared with splitting wood | img2poems |
turned a ruby gown
here there is no language
for officer or law no color to call white | img2poems |
if snow fell it'd fall black
please don't call
us dead call us alive someplace better | img2poems |
and it is too easy to get lost in abstraction
as if smoke and dream and quantum ersatz-states
are our proper environment | img2poems |
we can spend all day and many days and years in theorizing
a computer recreation of proto-hominid dietary intake
an analysis | img2poems |
we'll float off through these foggy lands of argot
in the way that someone else might dissolve in the blue cloud
of an opium den | img2poems |
when hegemonic identity-structures systemize cognition whoa
there are times i think my friends might flimmer away in that
high-minded mush | img2poems |
child when you're sad put on your blue shoes
you know that mama loves you lollipops
and daddy still has a job to lose | img2poems |
it is summer-gone that i see it is summer-gone
the sweet flowers indrying and dying down
the grasses forgetting their blaze and consenting to brown | img2poems |
the main building lit up
like a liner on saturday night
the sound of the band | img2poems |
i could hear the porch swing squeak
and see into the parlor
it was divided by a curtain or screen | img2poems |
i suppose we ought to go
i say
and she says not yet | img2poems |
do you know what whole fields are
they are fields with a dog and a moon
do you know the answer for the many | img2poems |
except there would be vineyards
meaning there would as usual be commerce
money and a game of sorts to play it | img2poems |
well there's not much to say
i wish i had a pet
or something i could play | img2poems |
when it's you standing there with a letter
or voice or face full of solemn news
will you hold your breath before you knock | img2poems |
as for me i continue eating
i liked you better the way you were
but you were always ambitious | img2poems |
someone tell the lord to leave me alone
i've had enough of his love
that feels like burning and flight and running away | img2poems |
we prized it dearly while it stood we said
our friend the gipsy-scholar was not dead
while the tree lived he in these fields lived on | img2poems |
needs must i lose them needs with heavy heart
into the world and wave of men depart
but thyrsis of his own will went away | img2poems |
fields where soft sheep from cages pull the hay
woods with anemonies in flower till may
know him a wanderer still then why not me | img2poems |
so have i not unmoved in mind
seen birds of tempest-loving kind
thus beating up against the wind | img2poems |
no feeding in the wake of cavalry or kings changed it
even in the end it swerved away amp made the abrupt
riddle all things come to seem | img2poems |
other dogs may be thy peers
haply in these drooping ears
and this glossy fairness | img2poems |
they know their audience
french fried lives french fried
luck french fried us | img2poems |
this is your portion this your native store
heav'n that but once was prodigal before
to shakespeare gave as much she could not give him more | img2poems |
we all may have our homes in joy and peace
when woman's life in its rich power of love
is joined with man's to care for all the world | img2poems |
ii
thou chosen sister of the spirit
that gazes on thee till in thee it pities | img2poems |
her arethusian stream remains unsoil'd
unmix'd with foreign filth and undefil'd
her wit was more than man her innocence a child | img2poems |
what next she had design'd heaven only knows
to such immod'rate growth her conquest rose
that fate alone its progress could oppose | img2poems |
but thus orinda died
heav'n by the same disease did both translate
as equal were their souls so equal was their fate | img2poems |
there thou sweet saint before the choir shall go
as harbinger of heav'n the way to show
the way which thou so well hast learn'd below | img2poems |
are we this simple then
to sing all day country songs
old hymns camp tunes | img2poems |
all cities are open in the hot season
northward or southward the summer gives out
few telephone numbers but no one in our house sleeps | img2poems |
there shall that voice crying for justice be heard
but the local colorist broken on cliffs of laughter
at the late dew point of pity collect only the irony of serene stars | img2poems |
making his advances
he does not look at her nor sniff at her
no not even sniff at her his nose is blank | img2poems |
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