On the road with billowing poplars… In a country flat and desolate To the far-off gray horizon, where… A man and a woman went on foot, Each carrying a small suitcase.

Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.

Boss of all bosses of the universe… Mr. know-it-all, wheeler-dealer, w… And whatever else you’re good at. Go ahead, shuffle your zeros tonig… Dip in ink the comets’ tails.

How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone Ironing death’s laundry.

You give the appearance of listeni… To my thoughts, o trees, Bent over the road I am walking On a late summer evening When every one of you is a steep s…

Not a peep out of you now After the bedlam early this mornin… Are you begging pardon of me Hidden up there among the leaves, Or are your brains momentarily ove…

Enter without knocking, hard-worki… I’m just sitting here mulling over What to do this dark, overcast day… It was a night of the radio turned… Fitful sleep, vague, troubling dre…

O crows circling over my head and… I admit to being, at times, Suddenly, and without the slightes… Exceedingly happy. On a morning otherwise sunless,

Fingers in an overcoat pocket. Fingers sticking out of a black leather glove. The nails chewed raw. One play is called “Thieves’ Market,” another “Night in a Dime Museum.” The fingers w...

They arrive inside They object at evening. There’s no one to meet them. The lamps they carry Cast their shadows

The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string

A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I… in the white? Walt Whitman One

for Hayden Carruth If you didn’t see the six-legged d… It doesn’t matter. We did, and he mostly lay in the c… As for the extra legs,

A world’s disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog,

In my great grandmother’s time, All one needed was a broom To get to see places And give the geese a chase in the… •