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Not wanting to write for fear that anything– the passion for the page, the love of carbon ribbons & e… will distract me from your face,
She left him in death’s egg, the bone sack & the gunny sack… the bag of down & feathers-all… Somehow he couldn’t get back. It was night,
You sleep in the darkness, you with the back I love & the gift of sleeping through my noisy nights of poetry. I have taken other men into my tho…
We have a small sculpture of H… Nothing would surprise him. The beast in the jungle was what h… Edith Wharton’s obfuscating older… He fled the demons
I am the Sphinx. I am the woman buried in sand up to her chin. I am waiting for an archaeologist to unearth me,
There is a white wood house near… in whose garden the nightingale st… Though Keats is dead, the bird wh… returns with melodies, on easeful… A lock of hair the poet’s love rec…
He was six foot four, and forty… and even colder than he thought he… James Thurber, The Thirteen Cloc… Not that I cared about the other… Those perfumed breasts with hearts
She was not a slender woman, but her skin was milk mixed in with strawberry jam & between her legs the word pu… & her hair was the color of wh…
I am not interested in my body– the part that stinks & rots & brings forth life,
All night he lies awake tuning the… tuning the night with its fat crac… with its melancholy love songs cro… across the rainy air above Verdun & the autobahn’s blue suicidal…
Goddess, I come to you my neck wreathed with rosebuds, my head filled with visions of inf… my palms open to your silver nails… my eyes open to your rays of illum…
Most beautiful of poisons, border-plant, wearing your small green cowl, little friar, little murderer, aconitine flows
And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. —William Blake Because I would not admit that I had nurtured
In the redwood house sailing off into the ocean, I sleep with you– our dreams mingling, our breath coming & going
I love to go to sleep, When bed takes me like a lover wrapping my limbs in cool linen, soothing the fretfulness