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…

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…

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 Translation for Robert Jone… A diamond Is there At the heart of the moon or the br… And there is nothing in the univer…

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

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…

Imagine Lucifer An angel without angelness An apple Plucked clear by will of taste, co… Strength, beauty, roundness, seed

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…

If the diamond ring turns brass Mama’s going to buy you a looking… Marianne Moore and Ezra Pound an… going on a picnic together when th… University of Pennsylvania

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…

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...

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…

Any fool can get into an ocean But it takes a Goddess To get out of one. What’s true of oceans is true, of… Of labyrinths and poems. When you…

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