You know there is not much
that I desire, a few chrysanthemum…
half lying on the grass, yellow
and brown and white, the
talk of a few people, the trees,
This horrible but superb painting
the parable of the blind
without a red
in the composition shows a group
of beggars leading
Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
Oh, black Persian cat!
Was not your life
already cursed with offspring?
We took you for rest to that old
Yankee farm, —so lonely
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow…
nose of mine! what will you not be…
What tactless asses we are, you an…
always indiscriminate, always unas…
and now it is the souring flowers…
A three-day-long rain from the eas…
an terminable talking, talking
of no consequence—patter, patter,…
Hand in hand little winds
blow the thin streams aslant.
E Pluribus Unum an
It’s a strange courage
you give me ancient star:
Shine alone in the sunrise
toward which you lend no part!
Take it out in vile whisky, take i…
in lifting your skirts to show you…
crotches; it is this that is inten…
You are it. Your pleas will alway…
You too will always go up with the…
From the Nativity
which I have already celebrated
the Babe in its Mother’s arms
the Wise Men in their stolen
THE ARCHER is wake!
The Swan is flying!
Gold against blue
An Arrow is lying.
There is hunting in heaven—
Old age is
a flight of small
SOFT as the bed in the earth
Where a stone has lain—
So soft, so smooth and so cool,
Spring closes me in
With her arms and her hands.
This is a slight stiff dance to a…
There is nothing the sky—serpent w…
Security, solidity—we laugh at the…
My little son’s improvisations…
At ten AM the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband’s…
I pass solitary in my car.
Then again she comes to the curb