#Americans
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…
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…
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…
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…
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
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…
In the footsteps of the walking ai… Sky’s prophetic chickens weave the… And hillsides lift green wings in… Night in his soft haste bumps on t… And a single drop of dark blood co…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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 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…
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