#AmericanWriters #Ekphrasis
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...
To make two bold statements: There’s nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words. When I say there’s nothing sentimental about a poe...