#AmericanWriters
I first saw it in the sixties, driving a Volkswagen camper with a fierce gay poet and a lovely but dangerous girl with a h… we came down from Canada
Every tan rolling meadow will turn… Freeways are clogged all day Academies packed with scholars wri… City people lean and dark This land most real
Standing at the baggage passing ti… Austin Texas airport—my ride hasn… My former wife is making websites… one son’s seldom seen, the other one and his wife have a…
Owl calls, pollen dust blows Swirl of light strokes writhing knot-tying light paths,
The sour smell, blue stain, water squirts out round the wedge, Lifting quarters of rounds covered with ants,
Izanami gave birth to rocks, trees, rivers… and last, a blazing child so burned she died. In the land of darkness
I’m wondering where you are now Married, or mad, or free: Wherever you are you’re likely gla… But memory troubles me. We could’ve had us children,
Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on,
He crawls to the edge of the foami… He backs up the slab ledge He puts a finger in the water He turns to a trapped pool Puts both hands in the water
It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the
Out there walking round, looking o… a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed th… plucking, digging, snaring, snaggi… barely getting by, no food out there on dusty slopes…
Hammering a dent out of a bucket a woodpecker answers from the woods
Siwashing it out once in Siuslaw… I slept under rhododendron All night blossoms fell Shivering on a sheet of cardboar… Feet stuck in my pack
A few light flakes of snow Fall in the feeble sun; Birds sing in the cold, A warbler by the wall. The plum Buds tight and chill soon bloom.
We finished clearing the last Section of trail by noon, High on the ridge-side Two thousand feet above the creek Reached the pass, went on