#AmericanWriters
Motion’s the dead giveaway, eye catcher, the revealing risk: the caterpillar sulls on the hot m… but then, risking, ripples to the… the cricket, startled, leaps the
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute:
I went for a walk over the dunes a… to the sea, then turned right along the surf rounded a naked headland
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of
There is now not a single leaf on the cherry tree: except when the jay plummets in, lights, and, in pure clarity, squalls:
After the event the rockslide realized, in a still diversity of completion… grain and fissure, declivity
I am living without you because of a terror, a farfetched notion that I can’t live without you which I must narrow down & que…
Fall fell: so that’s it for the l… some flurries have whitened the ed… and lawns: time for that, the snow… turkeys and old St. Nick: where a… find something to write about I ha…
The wonderful workings of the worl… wonderful: I’m surprised half the… ground up fine, I puff if a pebble… I’m nervous: my moarality’s intric… a squash blossom dies, I feel with…
What do I find right at the cente… relationships: a slightly disperse… tinctured core of brutality: go to… the question is not whether your l… but whether you can pay the bill,…
I know if I find you I will have… and go on out over the sea marshes and the brant… and over the hills of tall hickory and over the crater lakes and cany…
afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the worl… longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage…
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like a pregnancy o… as on my lap a child