#AmericanWriters
for Hayden Carruth If you didn’t see the six-legged d… It doesn’t matter. We did, and he mostly lay in the c… As for the extra legs,
Where the path to the lake twists… A puff of dust, the kind bare feet… Is what I saw in the dying light, Night swooping down everywhere els… A low branch heavy with leaves
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… •
They arrive inside They object at evening. There’s no one to meet them. The lamps they carry Cast their shadows
Of the light in my room: Its mood swings, Dark-morning glooms, Summer ecstasies. Spider on the wall,
A world’s disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog,
Executioner happy to explain How his wristwatch works As he shadows me on the street. I call him that because he is grim… And wears black.
How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone Ironing death’s laundry.
To find clues where there are none… That’s my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The world… My window has grown illegible, And so has the clock on the wall.
Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.
You give the appearance of listeni… To my thoughts, o trees, Bent over the road I am walking On a late summer evening When every one of you is a steep s…
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.
Fingers in an overcoat pocket. Fingers sticking out of a black leather glove. The nails chewed raw. One play is called “Thieves’ Market,” another “Night in a Dime Museum.” The fingers w...
Father studied theology through th… And this was exam time. Mother knitted. I sat quietly wit… Full of pictures. Night fell. My hands grew cold touching the fa…
Shoes, secret face of my inner lif… Two gaping toothless mouths, Two partly decomposed animal skins Smelling of mice-nests. My brother and sister who died at…