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MAY DAY I’ve decided to waste my life again, Like I used to: get drunk on The light in the leaves, find a wall Against which something can happen, Whatever may have happened Long ago—let a bullet hole echoing The will of an executioner, a crevice In which a love note was hidden, Be a [...] THE TROPICS OF NEW YORK Bananas ripe and green, and ginger root Cocoa in pods and alligator pears, And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit, Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs, Sat in the window, bringing memories of fruit-trees laden by low-singing rills, And dewy dawns, and mystical skies In benediction over nun-like [...] NEW PORNOGRAPHERS – CHALLENGERS Yes I know it was late We were greeting the sun Before long And you live with someone I live with somebody too Leave it there For safe keeping One of the west village in plains That was the custom Come dawn On the walls of the day In the [...] EASTER MORNING a stone at dawn cold water in the basin these walls’ rough plaster imageless after the hammering of so much insistence on the need for naming after the travesties that passed as faces, grace: the unction of sheer nonexistence upwelling in this hyacinthine freshet of the unnamed the faceless — Amy Clampitt (1920 [...] THE CHANGING LIGHT The changing light at San Francisco is none of your East Coast light none of your pearly light of Paris The light of San Francisco is a sea light an island light And the light of fog blanketing the hills drifting in at night through the Golden Gate [...] Willows of the East Gate Eastgate’s willows … leaves full of dawn light. Evening it was we set to meet: now morning star is gazing bright. Eastgate’s willow leaves are emptied of the moonlight, evening was our rendezvous. Now morning star: and cutting shafts of sunlight. — From the Shih Ching, author unknown. |
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