#AmericanWriters
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...
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...
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.
A Postscript for Marianne Moo… No one exactly knows Exactly how clouds look in the sky Or the shape of the mountains belo… Or the direction in which fish swi…
Sharp as an arrow Orpheus Points his music downward. Hell is there At the bottom of the seacliff. Heal
ZEUS: It is to be assumed that I do not exist while most people in the vision assume that I do exist. This is to be one of the extents of meaning between the players and the audience. I...
Imagine Lucifer An angel without angelness An apple Plucked clear by will of taste, co… Strength, beauty, roundness, seed
Hush now baby don’t say a word Mama’s going to buy you a mocking… The third Joyful mystery. The joy that descends on you when…
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…
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…
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…
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.
A dead starfish on a beach He has five branches Representing the five senses Representing the jokes we did not… Call the earth flat
The bartender Has eyes the color of ripe apricot… Easy to please as a cash register… Enjoys art and good jokes. Squish
“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…