#AmericanWriters
The trees went up the hill And over it. Then the dry grasses of the pastur… Only a kind of blonde light Settling everywhere
Those twenty-six letters filling t… Compose the dark, compose The illiterate summer sky & it… One by one, above the schoolyard. If the soul had a written history,…
—The Carpathian Frontier, Octobe… —for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was… I was driving south toward a large… For so little it had a replica, in…
There are places where the eye can… But not here. Here, for example,… The Piazza Navona, & here is… Overlooking the Steps & the c… Tourists. And here is the Protest…
“Prince Jesus, crush those bastar… ‘Francois Villon, Grand Testam… It is the unremarkable that will l… As in Brueghel’s camouflage, wher… While elsewhere on a hill, small h…
All winter The trees held up their silent hiv… As if they mattered. But on one main street of bars and… I watched a woman who had begged f…
Someday, when you are twenty-four… The street of a foreign city... Let me go with you a little way, Let me be that stranger you won’t… And when you turn and enter a bar…
My love and I are inventing a cou… can already see taking shape, as i… passing through yellow mud. But th… lem: if we put a river in the coun… and begin flooding. If we put the…
No matter how hard I listen, the… One syllable, which has no comfort… Only a rasping of air through the… * Once a poet told me of his friend…
My youth? I hear it mostly in the… Echoes of billiards in the pool ha… I spent it all, extravagantly, bel… My delicate touch on a cue would l… Outside the vineyards vanished und…
Now that the Summer of Love has b… And the shadowy mouths of tunnels… I’m going to put the one largely f… Right in front of you so you can w… Out of an orchard in the heat of a…
Sister once of weeds & a dark… In ditches reflecting the odd, Abstaining clouds that passed, &am… Their own counsel, we Were different, we kept our own co…
All night I dreamed of my home, of the roads that are so long and straight they die in the middl… among the spines of elderly weeds on either side, among the dead cat…
The cop holds me up like a fish; he feels the huge bones surrounding my eyes, and he runs a thumb under them, lifting my eyelids
Applying to Heavy Equipment Scho… I marched farther into the Great… And refused to come out. I threw up a few scaffolds of disi… Around me in the fields, the hogs…