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i thought he was dumb
i said he was dumb
yet i've heard him cry | img2poems |
loveit
tell tell your griefs attentive will i stay
tho' time is precious and i want some tea | img2poems |
patch
if whom they love my envy must pursue
'tis sure at least i never envy you | img2poems |
overlit
not a scream the mute button pushed
generally the patient has the sense | img2poems |
twang chic sweeter than honey or money or
running through the red clay gully the forlorn
moan of the midnight macon train | img2poems |
or a barber (prodding a chin
back into position
would be likely to notice | img2poems |
bushes and grass along the glass-still way
were all dabbled with rain
and the road reeled with shattered skies | img2poems |
this made us smile and laugh at last
there was
rejoicing all night long in mytilene | img2poems |
a child is vengeance
a child is a missile into the coming generations
i launched him: i'm still trembling | img2poems |
had i but plenty of money money enough and to spare
the house for me no doubt were a house in the city-square
ah such a life such a life as one leads at the window there | img2poems |
something to see by bacchus something to hear at least
there the whole day long one's life is a perfect feast
while up at a villa one lives i maintain it no more than a beast | img2poems |
and the duke's guard brings up the rear for the better prevention of scandals
bang-whang-whang goes the drum tootle-te-tootle the fife
oh a day in the city-square there is no such pleasure in life | img2poems |
whenas in silks my julia goes
then then how sweetly flows
that liquefaction of her clothes | img2poems |
next when i cast mine eyes and see
that brave vibration each way free
o how that glittering taketh me | img2poems |
for their indulgent love and tender care
all is forgot this love he doth despise
they brought this bird up to pick out their eyes | img2poems |
lonely winters
when there was nothing
to say | img2poems |
how do the children convert their troubles
into hip-hop
dunno but it's wonderful | img2poems |
waking at night now as the snow
flakes from darkness to darkness go
past yellow lights in the street below | img2poems |
since persia fell at marathon
the yellow years have gathered fast
long centuries have come and gone | img2poems |
for five billion years
we have seen the past and
it works | img2poems |
inside the veins there are navies setting forth
tiny explosions at the waterlines
and seagulls weaving in the wind of the salty blood | img2poems |
now we wake and rise from bed and eat breakfast
shouts rise from the harbor of the blood
mist and masts rising the knock of wooden tackle in the sunlight | img2poems |
now we sing and do tiny dances on the kitchen floor
our whole body is like a harbor at dawn
we know that our master has left us for the day | img2poems |
here at the edge of the millennium
i don't imagine
you'd call them anything as archaic as angels | img2poems |
small wonder the angels are said to despise us
still without them
how do we account for our meanness | img2poems |
the bering strait: one humpback whale plump
and bardic an orca caught on the ascending arc
salt droplets flung from a flange of soot-black fin | img2poems |
pale petals of the roses in the dark
warm bellies of the sleeping deer
that's what going to sleep is like | img2poems |
circumcision does it to us
as in the bible story of shechem and the sons of jacob
so that we go on hurting all our lives | img2poems |
spilled blood is not the roots of trees
but it's the closest thing to roots
we have | img2poems |
jazz june
we
die soon | img2poems |
the three languages i know
all the colors in which i see and dream
none will help me | img2poems |
what else
nothing
blue lights of police cars | img2poems |
what else
nothing
nothing | img2poems |
on the leaves on the meadow grass
on the wickerwork of shrubs
dark cape of desire | img2poems |
the poem slips away through slots of lace
liquefied as a fat caterpillar
dressed in the capsule of a cocoon | img2poems |
rides her many-stickered bicycle
backward up the staircase
of the abandoned trolleybarn | img2poems |
a couple of sparks a few more
a flash of light a slow increase in heat
and radiating around you: uncontainable fire | img2poems |
there are so many roots to the tree of anger
that sometimes the branches shatter
before they bear | img2poems |
and sit here wondering
which me will survive
all these liberations | img2poems |
ah beauty
as i led her to the window
i told her: you i loved best in life | img2poems |
until a white bird flew across the road
with its mysterious message that said to some
turn back and to the rest go on | img2poems |
the first time
i went to the tree
was to knock on wood | img2poems |
his death had sockets and keys it had walls and beams
it had a handle which you could not hold and a floor
you could not lie down on in the middle of the night | img2poems |
for a while i'll let it make you strong
make your heart lion
then i'll take it back | img2poems |
those you love come at you like lightning
crackle for an instant so kissable
and then lips and all they're gone | img2poems |
must represent the governess
for of course the creature itself
could not inspire such terror | img2poems |
when the window opened of its own accord
in the big walnut tree
were six or seven wolves | img2poems |
believe her indian eyes her sly french smile
her breast with its veins skim milk blue
she is the myth that is true | img2poems |
and here face downward in the sun
to feel how swift how secretly
the shadow of the night comes on | img2poems |
between basalt cliffs
no one mourns
the loss of statecraft | img2poems |
i did look sharp as a lynx
when models arrived some minx
tripped up-stairs she and her ankles | img2poems |
boat me around gently
whoever i'm with
i'm seeing only you | img2poems |
i have seen
the old gods go
and the new gods come | img2poems |
but let's not yearn for the days of prenormalization
just think of the torments the anxieties the sweat
the wiles needed to entice in spite of all | img2poems |
everything has thorns
at first sight think twice
before trusting even a good omen | img2poems |
the friend i saw each day and never spoke to
because i hoped soon to disappear from there
as i have disappeared into the heaven of better days | img2poems |
yea while i found all wisdom
they grieved for me
i should have grieved for them | img2poems |
chicken squints
doesn't think
it's funny | img2poems |
forced to wear a gaudy gold star
to surrender their pride
they do their best to look alive | img2poems |
but whumpp
the bird attacked
the glass again | img2poems |
his long claws
scuffled at the pane
and i yelled crow | img2poems |
admit you'd like to find something
discarded or damaged even gone
and lift it back into the world | img2poems |
she was a great master and died young
leaving me with unrelieved grief
her talents known to only a few | img2poems |
my dear children do you remember the morning
when we climbed into the old plymouth
and drove west straight toward the pacific | img2poems |
when something becomes ash
there's nothing you can do to turn it back
about this even diamonds do not lie | img2poems |
iowa's unruly grass submits blade by blade
a yellow hill rises
and the shy man finds perfection in his art | img2poems |
the living let our days be patterned after
theirs
is it not marvelous to be forgetful | img2poems |
this marky lived a while my braves a while and then he died
honor the cork of comstock and the pies of mrs
yapp | img2poems |
bringing us noway coolness but burning thirst
giving us noway peace but implacable strife
loosing upon us the wounding joy and the wasting sorrow of life | img2poems |
ma i say you mean cut off
loose and cut off being as far apart
as say son and daughter | img2poems |
that's roll
i say throwing up my hands
as in hot dog hamburger dinner roll | img2poems |
a light on
i may have to come ashore
some distance from where i set in | img2poems |
he guesses the flower will slip
fragile
from one century to the next with its prayer | img2poems |
but bluer than the lips of lazarus baby
before sweet jesus himself could figure out
what else in the world to do but weep | img2poems |
in our hammocks our hats tipped
forwards hands folded neatly
like bamboo huts above our hearts | img2poems |
so i will wait
like a fly on the tip of a stick
until he is finished | img2poems |
why the human heart still slows
when divers break the surface
why mermaids still swim in our dreams | img2poems |
from across the field with a word who
can speak for the willow and the zinnia
can surely charm a squirrel down from a tree | img2poems |
the paper table cloth was tastefully bleak
the misty morning light shone on his cheek
and made him look alone and masculine | img2poems |
he talked of seneca and bad translations
of modern critics' lightweight observations
a bread crumb rested sweetly on his chin | img2poems |
behind him through the glass the ocean's heave
uncurled against the sand beside his sleeve
as eros aimed his toxic javelin | img2poems |
instead this conversation about art
and formal education god he's smart
such rationality should be a sin | img2poems |
under this crushing burden when with a single word
you could be a god one of the few gods
who when called on really listens | img2poems |
listen and you can hear them whisper
in the rushes gazing out at us wondering
what lives are these | img2poems |
instead i walk out on a summer morning
to the sound of birds and a waterfall
is a beaded curtain brushing over my shoulders | img2poems |
how easy he has made it for me to enter here
to sit down in a corner
cross my legs like his and listen | img2poems |
might offer a vital lesson
to any apostate instinct
aspiring to survive | img2poems |
saying graduate
of the school of flesh
father conspirator | img2poems |
but who will hide from us
who will keep digging for us
here in the cloud of ashes | img2poems |
slips grief into a careless pocket
breaks it to pieces
lets it go | img2poems |
like snow falling in the darkness of the house
the silence before i wrote a word
and the poorer silence now | img2poems |
no longer can he pose with comrade stalin
admiring the moscow-volga canal
now he is water | img2poems |
and now the past itself is air is water and finally fire
whitening to ash
in his fat fingers its pages flare | img2poems |
is not a god
the only god is the sun
our mind master of all crickets and clocks | img2poems |
it is important
to stay sweet
and loving | img2poems |
he picks at the wounds
on his crucified body the injury
scabbed over with jewels | img2poems |
keeping all the grim social hate
safe
in him | img2poems |
lately the weather aches
the air is short of breath
and morning stumbles in stiff-jointed | img2poems |
even the seasons change
with a throb of weariness
bud bloom leaf fall | img2poems |
i would but who am i
to try to cheer up
the self-indulgent universe | img2poems |
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