though our longest sun sets at rig… makes but winter arches, it cannot be long before we lie do… have our light in ashes. . . Browne, Urn Burial
Koening knew now there was no one… Entering its brown mouth choking w… and curtained with midges, Koenig… past the abandoned ferry and the f… coated with coal dust. Staying abo…
BOOK SIX Chapter XLIV In hill-towns, from San Fernando… the same sunrise stirred the feath… down the archipelago’s highways. T…
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly uns… like a white cattle bird growing m… over the ocean of the evening cane…
There were still shards of an anci… in those shires of the island wher… their pools of shadow from an olde… surviving from when the landscape… ‘Herefords at Sunset in the valle…
So much rain, so much life like th… of this black August. My sister,… broods in her yellow room and won’… Everything goes to hell; the mount… like a kettle, rivers overrun; sti…
There is a shattered palm on this fierce shore, its plumes the rusting helm– et of a dead warrior. Numb Antony, in the torpor
The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. When have I ever not loved the pain of love? But this has mov…
Schizophrenic, wrenched by two sty… one a hack’s hired prose, I earn me exile. I trudge this sickle, mo… tan, burn to slough off
Those five or six young guys lunched on the stoop that oven-hot summer night whistled me over. Nice and friendly. So, I stop.
There are so many islands! As many islands as the stars at ni… on that branched tree from which m… like falling fruit around the scho… But things must fall, and so it al…
As for that other thing which comes when the eyelid is gla… and the wax gleam from the unwrinkled forehead asks no more questions
I came up out of the subway and th… people standing on the steps as if… something I didn’t. This was in t… and nuclear fallout. I looked and… was empty, I mean utterly, and I…
The growing idleness of summer gra… With its frail kites of furious bu… Requests the lemonade of simple pr… In scansion gentler than my hammoc… And rituals no more upsetting than…
Night, the black summer, simplifie… into a village; she assumes the im… musk of the negro, grows secret as… her alleys odorous with shucked oy… coals of gold oranges, braziers of…