#Americans
He made a line on the blackboard, one bold stroke from right to left diagonally downward and stood back to ask, looking as always at no on… in particular, “What have I done?…
It has been raining now since long before dawn, and the windows of the Arab coffee house of Delra… are steamed over and no one looks in or out. If I were on my way
Lately the wind burns the last leaves and evening comes too late to be of use, lately I learned that the year has turned
Since I don’t know who will be re… this or even if it will be read, I… invent someone on the other end of eternity, a distant cousin labo… under the same faint stars I labor…
This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray starlings on the winter lawn and the buds of next year’s oranges alongside
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearin… Out of black bean and wet slate br… Out of the acids of rage, the cand… Out of creosote, gasoline, drive s… They Lion grow.
He tells me in Bangkok he’s robbe… Because he’s white; in London bec… In Barcelona, Jew; in Paris, Ara… Everywhere and at all times, and h… He holds up seven thick little fin…
One was kicked in the stomach until he vomited, then made to put back into his mouth what they had brought forth; when he tried to dr…
Half an hour to dress, wide rubber… gauntlets to the elbow, a plastic… like a knight’s but with a little… that kept steaming over, and a res… to save my smoke-stained lungs. I…
On March 1, 1958, four deserters… August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jac… government pay station at Orleansv… confession of Dauville the other t… was given his freedom and returned…
Last night, again, I dreamed my children were back at home, small boys huddled in their separa… and I went from one to the other listening to their breathing —regu…
In the early morning before the sh… opens, men standing out in the yar… on pine planks over the umber mud. The oil drum, squat, brooding, bri… with metal scraps, three-armed cro…
First light. This misted field is the world, that man slipping the greased bolt back and forth, that man tunneled with blood
If the shoe fell from the other fo… who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and it was no dream? If your life ended the way a book ends