#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…
Be music, night, That her sleep may go Where angels have their pale tall… Be a hand, sea, That her dreams may watch
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
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…
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…
That should be obvious Of course it won’t Any fool knows that. Even in the winter. Consider for a moment.
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…
We go out together into the starin… And buy cheese and bread and littl… flowered labels Everywhere is a tent where we put… show
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
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…
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 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…
I write the lips of the moon upon… temple of silvery farawayness I gu… For her bed I write a stillness o… world. With the morning breath of… cover her against any hurt.
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…