#Americans
Speak softly; sun going down Out of sight. Come near me now. Dear dying fall of wings as birds complain against the gathering dar… Exaggerate the green blood in gras…
Wherever the dead are there they a… Nothing more. But you and I can e… To see angels in the meadowgrass t… Like cows - And wherever we are in paradise
The Dove walks with sticky feet Upon the green crowns of the almon… Its feathers smeared over with war… Like honey That dips lazily down into the sha…
We go out together into the starin… And buy cheese and bread and littl… flowered labels Everywhere is a tent where we put… show
These of living emanate a formidab… Which is equal to death, and when… Gives increase eternally. What fortifies in separate thought Is not drawn by wind or by man def…
A beast stands at my eye. I cook my senses in a dark fire. The old wombs rot and the new moth… Approaches with the footsteps of a… Who are the people of this unscale…
As we are so wonderfully done with… We can walk into our separate slee… On floors of music where the milkw… O my lady, my fairest dear, my swe… Your lips have splashed my dull ho…
Tiny green birds skate over the su… A naked girl prepares a basin with… And in the corner away from the he… Of an up-ended chariot slowly turn… After a long moment, the door to t…
We must be slow and delicate; retu… the policeman’s stare with some es… remember this is not a shadow play of doves and geese but this is now the time to write it down, record…
The deer is humble, lovely as God… I watch her eyes and think of wond… These strange priests enter the ca… And seven Marys clean their hands… Foot lifted, dagger-sharp—her ears
The Orange bears with soft friend… Who played with me when I was ten… Christ, before I’d left home they… Their paws smashed in the rolls, t… Seared by hot slag, their soft tru…
I believe that a young woman Is standing in a circle of lions In the other side of the sky. In a little while I must carry he… Which only fade here; and she will…
when we were here together in a pl… another. A bit of grass held between the te… wind. What we were we did not know, nor…
The snow is deep on the ground. Always the light falls Softly down on the hair of my belo… This is a good world. The war has failed.
So it is the duty of the artist to… To extend all boundaries To fog them in right over the plat… To kill only what is ridiculous To establish problem