As for that other thing which comes when the eyelid is gla… and the wax gleam from the unwrinkled forehead asks no more questions
Those villages stricken with the m… in all of whose ocher streets one… those volcanoes like ashen roses,… of poverty, around whose puckered… selling yellow sulphur stone
Those five or six young guys lunched on the stoop that oven-hot summer night whistled me over. Nice and friendly. So, I stop.
The last leaves fell like notes fr… and left their ovals echoing in th… with gawky music stands, the winte… looks like an empty orchestra, its… ruled on these scattered manuscrip…
Broad sun-stoned beaches. White heat. A green river. A bridge, scorched yellow palms
[for Alix Walcott] Between the vision of the Tourist… Paradise lies the desert where Is… force a rose from the sand. The th… cores the dawn clouds with concent…
BOOK SIX Chapter XLIV In hill-towns, from San Fernando… the same sunrise stirred the feath… down the archipelago’s highways. T…
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly uns… like a white cattle bird growing m… over the ocean of the evening cane…
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirr… and each will smile at the other’s…
So much rain, so much life like th… of this black August. My sister,… broods in her yellow room and won’… Everything goes to hell; the mount… like a kettle, rivers overrun; sti…
Better a jungle in the head than rootless concrete. Better to stand bewildered by the fireflies’ crooked street; winter lamps do not show
I came up out of the subway and th… people standing on the steps as if… something I didn’t. This was in t… and nuclear fallout. I looked and… was empty, I mean utterly, and I…
You can’t put in the ground swell… from the Christiansted, St.Croix,… behind the paratrooper’s voice: ‘T… after Vietnam. I made thirty jump… Bells punish the dead street and p…
Koening knew now there was no one… Entering its brown mouth choking w… and curtained with midges, Koenig… past the abandoned ferry and the f… coated with coal dust. Staying abo…
A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies… Batten upon the bloodstreams of th… Corpses are scattered through a pa… Only the worm, colonel of carrion,…
