#Americans
The trees went up the hill And over it. Then the dry grasses of the pastur… Only a kind of blonde light Settling everywhere
The brow of a horse in that moment… The horse is drinking water so dee… It seems to inhale the water, is h… I refuse to explain. When the horse had gone the water…
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…
My poem would eat nothing. I tried giving it water but it said no, worrying me. Day after day,
There is this sunny place where I… A park on a hill whose grass wants… Into dust, & would do so if it… For the rain, & the fact that… That keeps the park from flowing d…
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,…
One was a bay cowhorse from Piedr… And both stood at the rail of the… In each effortless tail swish, the… Around their eyes & muzzles &a… Their front teeth were by now as y…
Some called it the Summer of Love… Motionless leaves that overhung th… As ever, the same as they did ever… Anybody with three dollars could h… And who wouldn’t want to know what…
Looking into the eyes of Gerard d… You notice the giant sea crabs ris… Which is what happens When you look into the eyes of Ge… Always the same thing: the giant s…
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…
The plaza was so still in that mom… everything was clear, As if it had been preserved beneat… stillness, &, for a while, I did not even notice the pigeons…
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…
“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…
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