#AmericanWriters
Prescient, my hands soothing their foreheads, by my love I earn them. in their presence I am wretched as death. They smil… to me of love. They cheer me
You wept in your mother’s arms and I knew that from then on I was to forget myself. Listening to your sobs, I was resolved against my will
It is heart-rending to know a kiss cannot cure the world of its illne… nor can your happiness, nor your t… of being a discrete person, for th… fall like rain into the ground
In a dream I’m no longer in love.… and I vow never again to seal myse… also and that too is a kind of sea… care of my body and its home accom… appearance that I admire in the mi…
Without sexual attraction, there i… the brutal movement of the sea. The face peers out of its skeletal… and hands reach like bone. Without love, the streets
The steam hammer pounds with a reg… Neither the hammer nor the steel s… terrible meeting between them, pro… that some things must be done, reg… cost too is absorbed in the doing…
Wherever he looks, standing still… are people born of coupling, walki… and ties, in long dresses and coif… speaking elegantly, of themselves… forgetting for the moment their or…
As I reach to close each book lying open on my desk, it leaps up to snap at my fingers. My legs won’t hold me, I must sit down. My fingers pain me
When I die choose a star and name it after me that you may know I have not abandoned or forgotten you.
As I enter the theatre the play i… I hear the father say to the son o… You’ve taken the motor apart. The son replies, The roof is leak… The father retorts, The tire is f…
It’s midnight, the house silent, in the distance a musical instrume… being played softly. I am alone. It’s as if the world has come to a… on a low musical note
Here in bed behind a brick wall I can make order and meaning, but how do I begin? How do I emerge without panic to the sounds and mass
I stand and listen, head bowed, to my inner complaint. Persons passing by think I am searching for a lost coin. You’re fired, I yell inside
I am leaving earth with little kno… without having visited its great c… I was here for a moment, it seems,… and now that I am leaving I am as… So what does cruelty mean in these…
I have something to tell you. I’m listening. I’m dying. I’m sorry to hear. I’m growing old.