#Americans
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…
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.
And all that is this day. . . The boy with cap slung over what h… Somehow the cop will sleep tonight… wife... Anger won’t help. I was born angr…
Let us have madness openly. O men Of my generation. Let us follow The footsteps of this slaughtered… See it trail across Time’s dim la…
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…
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…
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…
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 sleds of the children Move down the right slope. To the left, hazed in the tumbling… A thousand lights smudge Within the branches of the old for…
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…
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…
Man-dirt and stomachs that the sea… of quick lice crawling inland, pla… putting their malethings in any ho… yapping bloody murder while they s… spewing themselves around, priesti…
The old guy put down his beer. Son, he said, (and a girl came over to the table… asked us by Jack Christ to buy he… Son, I am going to tell you somet…
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