This ocean, humiliating in its dis… Tougher than anything. No one listens to poetry. The oce… Does not mean to be listened to.… Or crash of water. It means

Plague took us and the land from u… Rose like a boil, enclosing us wit… We waited and the blue skies writh… Becoming black with death. Plague took us and the chairs from…

When the trains come into strange… The citizens come out to meet the… I love you, Jack, he said I love you, Jack, he said At another station.

When he first brought his music in… He was absurdly confident. Even o… shapeless fires And the jukebox groaning of the da… Some of them would hear him. In t…

The trouble with comparing a poet with a radio is that radios don’€™t develop scar-tissue. The tubes burn out, or with a transistor, which most souls are, the battery or diagram burns o...

“Limon tree very pretty And the limon flower is sweet But the fruit of the poor lemon Is impossible to eat” In Riverside we saved the oranges…

The bartender Has eyes the color of ripe apricot… Easy to please as a cash register… Enjoys art and good jokes. Squish

Listen, you silk-hearted bastard, I said in the bar last night, You wear those dream clothes Like a swan out of water. Listen, you wool-feathered bastard…

What are you thinking about? I am thinking of an early summer. I am thinking of wet hills in the… Pouring water. Shedding it Down empty acres of oak and manzan…

These letters are to be as temporary as our poetry is to be permanent. They will establish the bulk, the wastage that my sour-stomached contemporaries demand to help them swallow and...

A Translation for Steve Jonas… Along East River and the Bronx The kids were singing, showing off… At the wheel, at oil, the rawhide,… Ninety thousand miners were drawin…

Sharp as an arrow Orpheus Points his music downward. Hell is there At the bottom of the seacliff. Heal

Coming at an end, the lovers Are exhausted like two swimmers.… Did it end? There is no telling.… Like an ocean with the dizzy proce… From which two can emerge exhauste…

What can I say to you, darling, When you ask me for help? I do not even know the future Or even what poetry We are going to write.

Rest and look at this goddamned wh… It is. Dogs and crocodiles, sunla… For their significance. For their significant. For being… The signs escape you. You, who ar…