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APRIL 15TH Taxes due, the anniversary of Henry James’s death, & a brilliant sky rinsed of pollen & glare by yesterday’s record rain. From the magnolia in my front yard the Mexican workers who are here to fix the foundation of my house have hung their lunches in grocery bags–they look like large dull light [...] SO LONG 1 To conclude—I announce what comes after me; I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the present, depart. I remember I said, before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong, with reference to consummations. When America does what was promis’d, When there are [...] TO AUTUMN O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayst rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. “The [...] … for National Poetry Day (Thursday, October 7, 2010): AS YET UNTITLED (a work in progress) Composing words of romance, verses as yet unformed. Visions of hair, long, dark and curled, Of laughing Van Morrison eyes. Freckled skin, kissed by the sun, Slender curves, longing to be caressed. A heart, offered freely, given totally, Not [...] NOW WINTER NIGHTS ENLARGE Now winter nights enlarge This number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine, Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights Shall wait on honey love While youthful [...] … when something that could be really, really good sneaks up on you out of nowhere; when old friends re-enter your life, and it’s even better than it was way back when … I’m enjoying this. HEY ALLEN GINSBERG WHERE HAVE YOU GONE AND WHAT WOULD YOU THINK OF MY DRUGS? A mouse went to see his mother. When his car broke down he bought a bike. When the bike wore out he bought skates. When the skates wore down he ran. He ran until his sneakers wore through. Then he [...] “Compassion has nothing to do with achievement at all. It is spacious and very generous. When a person develops real compassion, he or she is uncertain whether he is being generous to others or to himself, because compassion is environmental generosity, without direction, without ‘for me’ and without ‘for them.’ It is filled with joy, [...] The Glass Your body tolls the hour, The hands spin round and round. Your face, the focus of light, Will burn me to the ground. Losing ourselves in Love Beneath this counterpane, Unwinding from its womb To the all-consuming now, All day today I die, I die eternally, Losing myself in joy. By one touch [...] |
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