#AmericanWriters
It seemed the kind of life we want… Wild strawberries and cream in the… Sunlight in every room. The two of us walking by the sea n… Some evenings, however, we found o…
Here come my night thoughts On crutches, Returning from studying the heaven… What they thought about Stayed the same,
The night still frightens you. You know it is interminable And of vast, unimaginable dimensio… “That’s because His insomnia is p… You’ve read some mystic say.
How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone Ironing death’s laundry.
Executioner happy to explain How his wristwatch works As he shadows me on the street. I call him that because he is grim… And wears black.
The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret
As an ant is powerless Against a raised boot, And only has an instant To have a bright idea or two. The black boot so polished,
The mad and homeless take shelter Against the cold weather In tombs of the fabulously rich, Where they huddle in their rags And make themselves scarce only
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…
They arrive inside They object at evening. There’s no one to meet them. The lamps they carry Cast their shadows
To find clues where there are none… That’s my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The world… My window has grown illegible, And so has the clock on the wall.
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.
Shoes, secret face of my inner lif… Two gaping toothless mouths, Two partly decomposed animal skins Smelling of mice-nests. My brother and sister who died at…
The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string
There was a melon fresh from the g… So ripe the knife slurped As it cut it into six slices. The children were going back to sc… Their mother, passing out paper pl…