The open hearth is the inversion o… the heat that resumes its forgotte… the fire that reminds us of its wa… the enlivening of its soul again, a revenant that defies the mortali…
Up, black, striped and demasked li… At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tai… Paraded the skunk. Night after ni… I expected her like a visitor. The refrigerator whinnied into sil…
We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…
When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,
To step over the low wall that div… Road from concrete walk above the… Brings sharply back something know… The miniature gaiety of seasides. Everything crowds under the low ho…
Unbiased at least he was when he a… Having never set eyes on the land… Between two peoples fanatically at… With their different diets and inc… “Time,” they had briefed him in L…
I climbed through woods in the hou… Evil air, a frost—making stillness… Not a leaf, not a bird— A world cast in frost. I came out… Where my breath left tortuous stat…
politics sweet talking leaders many their ilks world over endless clone looters ***
The hitting has gotten too hard to… She just sits in the corner and cr… She tries to think of what she has… She wonders if other children have… Bruises cover almost every area of…
a gentle walk a budding friendship yonder to the pathway we’d walk wait for the weather to settle dow… a nice springtime colors stroll we…
Mother Nature, a fine lady of beauty, majesty, generosity, heroism, charity, kindness, patien… living within a view of the outskirts of heaven,
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
Tightly-folded bud, I have wished you something None of the others would: Not the usual stuff About being beautiful,
There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall… together, open as I move to let me through; become
Lord, the Roman hyacinths are blo… The winter sun creeps by the snow… The stubborn season has made stand… My life is light, waiting for the… Like a feather on the back of my h…
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…
Dose Three Shadow third down ten to go Phil saw his shadow Six weeks to spring more cold days All in state of haze
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time f… And time future contained in time… If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
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.
The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open
That which you have stolen Is in your potent hands. You hold it there securely Not letting a pulse be spared Of the ceaseless ache of love for…
“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…
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…
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…
You have no enemies, you say? Alas! my friend, the boast is poor… He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes! If you have…
Nine It’s been asked. And will be Many times again The meaning of life.
Swerving east, from rich industria… And traffic all night north; swerv… Too thin and thistled to be called… And now and then a harsh—named hal… Workmen at dawn; swerving to solit…
Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,
