#Americans
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…
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…
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…
To leave the earth was my wish, an… Early, before sun had filled the r… Conveying folk to weddings and to… Before men left their selves of sl… In the dark of the world like whip…
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
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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 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…
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…
Be music, night, That her sleep may go Where angels have their pale tall… Be a hand, sea, That her dreams may watch
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…