The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.

Let’s get real... The strangers that look like brothers & sister on the end of the bar...

The apes yawn and adore their flea… The parrots shriek as if they were… Like cheap tarts to attract the st… Fatigued with indolence, tiger and… Lie still as the sun. The boa-con…

The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address… Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them.

I thought it would last my time— The sense that, beyond the town, There would always be fields and f… Where the village louts could clim… Such trees as were not cut down;

Candy Is Dandy But liquor Is quicker.

To step over the low wall that div… Road from concrete walk above the… Brings sharply back something know… The miniature gaiety of seasides. Everything crowds under the low ho…

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering

All I know is a door into the dar… Outside, old axles and iron hoops… Inside, the hammered anvil’s short… The unpredictable fantail of spark… Or hiss when a new shoe toughens i…

Up, black, striped and demasked li… At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tai… Paraded the skunk. Night after ni… I expected her like a visitor. The refrigerator whinnied into sil…

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils

When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the bramb… nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching

Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art

you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not

Tightly-folded bud, I have wished you something None of the others would: Not the usual stuff About being beautiful,

The King’s Breakfast The King asked The Queen, and The Queen asked The Dairymaid:

The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall… together, open as I move to let me through; become

Unbiased at least he was when he a… Having never set eyes on the land… Between two peoples fanatically at… With their different diets and inc… “Time,” they had briefed him in L…

When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,

I climbed through woods in the hou… Evil air, a frost—making stillness… Not a leaf, not a bird— A world cast in frost. I came out… Where my breath left tortuous stat…

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories,

The pig, if I am not mistaken; Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco… Let others say his heart is big— I call it stupid of the pig.

Abstraction is an old story with t… Granted no one but a humanist much… Then there is this wildness whereo… It should be of the pleasure of a… No tears in the writer, no tears i…

Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,

I saw a young mother With eyes full of laughter And two little shadows Came following after. Wherever she moved,