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SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE In the wild soft summer darkness How many and many a night we two together Sat in the park and watched the Hudson Wearing her lights like golden spangles Glinting on black satin. The rail along the curving pathway Was low in a happy place to let us cross, And down the [...] MY DOWNFALL My downfall: those pink articulate lips Divinely flavoured portals to a mouth Where soul dissolves … eyes darting Beneath black brows, snares for the heart, And the milk-white breasts, well shaped, The twin rosebuds, fair beyond other flowers. To itemize thus — is this to cast dogs a bone? The poet’s pen — [...] from “Experiencing Death” I had imagined being there beneath sunlight with the procession of martyrs using just the one thin bone to uphold a true conviction And yet, the heavenly void will not plate the sacrificed in gold A pack of wolves well-fed full of corpses celebrate in the warm noon air aflood with joy [...] JUNE Wind at the ear says June June a blacklist I slipped in time note this way to say goodbye the sighs within these words note these annotations: unending plastic flowers on the dead left bank the cement square extending from writing to now I run from writing as dawn is hammered out a flag [...] IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS THE END OF SOLITUDE, BEGINNING AGAIN: A painter, thin with auburn hair, works before an easel While looking coldly into a meadow, her free hand Raises the red gauze of her dress then scratches the pink Spider bite that’s high up where her leg emerges From the charcoal shadow of [...] ELECTION YEAR A jet of mere phantom Is a brook, as the land around Turns rocky and hollow. Those airplane sounds Are the drowning of bicyclists. Leaping, a bridesmaid leaps. You asked for my autobiography. Imagine the greeny clicking sound Of hummingbirds in a dry wood, And there you’d have it. Other birds Pour over [...] FLOGGING MOLLY – DRUNKEN LULLABIES Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Five hundred years like Gelignite Have blown us all to hell What Savior rests while on his cross we die Forgotten freedom burns Has the Shepherd led his lambs astray to the bigot and the gun [...] FLOWERS & BULLETS Of course: Bullets don’t like people who love flowers, They’re jealous ladies, bullets, short on kindness. Allison Krause, nineteen years old, you’re dead for loving flowers. When, thin and open as the pulse of conscience, you put a flower in a rifle’s mouth and said, “Flowers are better than bullets,” that was [...] FOR NOTHING Earth a flower A phlox on the steep slopes of light hanging over the vast solid spaces small rotten crystals; salts. Earth a flower by a gulf where a raven flaps by once a glimmer, a color forgotten as all falls away. A flower for nothing; an offer; no taker; Snow-trickle, feldspar, dirt. [...] Remembering The years, their months turn, grave and slow, their fall and spring, again. Mountain flowers, mountain leaves and each time’s new. Sometimes I sit alone and smile upon the child I was, in memory now distant and a friend. — Yuan Mei (1716 – 1798), Chinese Poet. |
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