#AmericanWriters
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
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
I don’t know which to mourn. Both… my car. I feel strongly about my c… wife. Without my car, I can’t lea… being alone. My wife gave me two c… no longer live with us, as was to…
Whatever we do, whether we light strangers’ cigarettes’it may t… to be a detective wanting to know… with a light on a lonely street ni… or whether we turn away and get a…
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
I dream I am lying in the mud on… Which do I prefer, since I have t… air? It is summer. I decide quick… of the sky I could not get by flyi…
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
As she walked she would look back over her shoulder and trip upon sidewalk cracks or bump into people to whom she would apol… profusely, her head still turned.
When two take gas by mutual consent and the cops come in when the walls are broken down and the doctor pays respects
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…
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…
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…
Late in 1962 New York newspapers… old child being raped on a roof, a… ground. I draw near to the roof’s edge and seek someone to lift
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
I am looking for a past I can rely on in order to look to death with equanimity. What was given me: