#AmericanWriters
Finally, to forgo love is to kiss… is to let rain fall nakedly upon y… is to respect fire, is to study man’s eyes and his ges… as he talks,
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 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…
Earth hard to my heels bear me up like a child standing on its mother’s belly. I am a surprised guest to the air
I am looking for a past I can rely on in order to look to death with equanimity. What was given me:
I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as if it were a portent.
I’m very pleased to be a body. Ca… As you hold mine I feel firmly as… and I think all life is a body. I… especially with the sun shining on… I have hurt the body. That’s when…
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
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…
If we could be brought to the surf… like a gleaming fish and served fo… if we could eat and swallow our ow… to make a good meal, if we could g… for ourselves and feed on the glea…
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…
I close my eyes like a good little… as I was told to do by my mother w… and before bed I brush my teeth an… as I was told, and look forward to… I do all things required of me to…
When I die choose a star and name it after me that you may know I have not abandoned or forgotten you.
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