#AmericanWriters
When I was beginning to read I im… that bridges had something to do w… and with what seemed to be cages b… that they were not cages it must h… with the dusty light flashing from…
The friends have gone home far up… of that river into whose estuary the man from England sailed in his… in time to catch sight of the late… furring in black the remotest edge…
This is a place on the way after t… can no longer be kept straight her… of the barn a mound of wheels has… raveling courses to stop in a sing… and lie down as still as the chari…
When Hans Hofmann became a hedgeh… somewhere in a Germany that has vanished with its forests and hedg… Shakespeare would have been a youn… starting out in a country that was
Out of the dry days through the dusty leaves far across the valley those few notes never heard here before
Why did he promise me that we would build ourselves an ark all by ourselves out in back of the house on New York Avenue
By this part of the century few ar… in the animals for they are not th… of them served on plates and the p… are sounds of shadows that possess… there is still game for the pleasu…
Gray whale Now that we are sinding you to Th… That great god Tell him That we who follow you invented fo…
Duporte the roofer that calm voice those sure hands gentling weathere… into new generations or half of him rising through a roof like some sea spirit from a wave
Now that you have caught sight of the other side of darkness the invisible side so that you can tell it is rising
The star in my Hand is falling All the uniforms know what’s no us… May I bow to Necessity not To her hirelings
When you go away the wind clicks a… The painters work all day but at s… Showing the black walls The clock goes back to striking th… That has no place in the years
Listen with the night falling we are sayi… we are stopping on the bridges to… we are running out of the glass ro… with our mouths full of food to lo…
Every year without knowing it I h… When the last fires will wave to m… And the silence will set out Tireless traveller Like the beam of a lightless star
How long ago the day is when at last I look at it with the time it has taken to be there still in it now in the transparent light