DARK Angel, with thine aching lu… To rid the world of penitence: Malicious Angel, who still dost My soul such subtile violence! Because of thee, no thought, no th…
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
On the grass when I arrive, Filling the stillness with life, But ready to scare off At the very first wrong move. In the ivy when I leave.
Hungry Mungry sat at supper, Took his knife and spoon and fork, Ate a bowl of mushroom soup, ate a… Ate a dozen stewed tomatoes, twent… Fifteen shrimps, nine bakes potato…
Once I am sure there’s nothing go… I step inside, letting the door th… Another church: matting, seats, an… And little books; sprawlings of fl… For Sunday, brownish now; some br…
An affair with Raymond Chandler,… This is how our love affair would…
I tripped on my shoelace And I fell up— Up to the roof tops, Up over the town, Up past the tree tops,
When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the… to buy me, and snaps the purse shu… when death comes
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…
Soul Star My senses all embrace paradise ear… The strawberry music from yonder h… Blueberry seasonal songs simply gr… On cloud nine I savor listen I fe…
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in th… And one of them put me off my aim By hailing cheerily “Hit them har… I knew pretty well why he had drop…
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.
I saw a young mother With eyes full of laughter And two little shadows Came following after. Wherever she moved,
“O who can ever gaze his fill,” Farmer and fisherman say, “On native shore and local hill, Grudge aching limb or callus on th… Father, grandfather stood upon thi…
Tall trees and rock terrain A leisure walk on a cool sunny day Radiant sky over bluish garden Glimmering water of a quiet lake Along the summer fields nearly gol…
I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They offer much pleasure. There is
The dog loved its churlish life, Scraps, thefts. Itsdeclined blood An anarchy of mindless pride. Nobody’s pet, but good enough To double with a bitch as poor.
On the sheep-cropped summit, under… The mouse crouched, staring out th… It dared not take. Time and a world Too old to alter, the five mile pr…
Clearing the mind and sliding in to that created space, a web of waters steaming over rock… air misty but not raining, seeing this land from a boat on a…
I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the… of great price, the one field that…
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
A long time ago, when the earth wa… And there was more kinds of animal… And they run around free while the… And the lovliest of all was the U… There was green alligators and lon…
Coming up England by a different… For once, early in the cold new ye… We stopped, and, watching men with… Sprint down the platform to famili… ‘Why, Coventry!’ I exclaimed. ‘I…
A flea and a fly in a flue Were imprisoned, so what could the… Said the fly, “let us flee!” “Let us fly!” said the flea. So they flew through a flaw in the…
Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,
I sat all morning in the college s… Counting bells knelling classes to… At two o’clock our neighbors drove… In the porch I met my father cryi… He had always taken funerals in hi…
Now they are no longer any trouble to each other he can turn things over, get down… of things that never happened, all… unfinishable business.
The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open
Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep,
Atropellados por la Pampa suelta, los raudos potros en febril disput… hacen silbar sobre la sorda ruta los huracanes en su crin revuelta. Atrás dejando la llanura envuelta
