#AmericanWriters
The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I… in the white? Walt Whitman One
This last continent Still to be discovered. My hand is dreaming, is building Its ship. For crew it takes A pack of bones, for food
Great are the Hittites. Their ears have mice and mice have… Their dogs bury themselves and lea… To guard the house. A single weed… Until the spiderwebs spread over t…
On the road with billowing poplars… In a country flat and desolate To the far-off gray horizon, where… A man and a woman went on foot, Each carrying a small suitcase.
St. John of the Cross wore dark g… As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful a… Turned her back on me. “Soulmate,” they hissed. “It’s hi…
In my great grandmother’s time, All one needed was a broom To get to see places And give the geese a chase in the… •
Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.
There was a melon fresh from the g… So ripe the knife slurped As it cut it into six slices. The children were going back to sc… Their mother, passing out paper pl…
How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone Ironing death’s laundry.
Millions were dead; everybody was… I stayed in my room. The Presiden… Spoke of war as of a magic love po… My eyes were opened in astonishmen… In a mirror my face appeared to me
The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret
We don’t even take time To come up for air. We keep our mouths full and busy Eating bread and cheese And smooching in between.
A world’s disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog,
As an ant is powerless Against a raised boot, And only has an instant To have a bright idea or two. The black boot so polished,