#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
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…
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…
My poem would eat nothing. I tried giving it water but it said no, worrying me. Day after day,
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
—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…
I lay my head sideways on the desk… My fingers interlocked under my ch… My eyes closed. It was a three-ro… White, with a small bell tower, an… From where I sat, on still days,…
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…