The night’s drifts Pile up below me and behind my bac… Slide down the hill, rise again, a… Eerie little dunes on the roof of… In the valley below me,

Over my head, I see the bronze bu… Asleep on the black trunk, blowing like a leaf in green shado… Down the ravine behind the empty h… The cowbells follow one another

They did the deed of darkness In their own mid-light. He plucked a gray field mouse Suddenly in the wind. The small dead fly alive

It is all right. All they do Is go in by dividing One rib from another. I wouldn’t Lie to you. It hurts Like nothing I know. All they do

to John Logan I wonder how many old men last win… Hungry and frightened by namelessn… The Mississippi shore Lashed blind by the wind, dreaming

I hear that the Commune di Padova… pieces from Giotto to Mantegna. G… Mantegna is the master of the dead… beings who seems to have understoo… down from the cross after all, in…

She cleaned house, and then lay do… On the long stair. On one of those cold white wings That the strange fowl provide for… That cautery of snow that blinds u…

Near the dry river’s water-mark we… Your brother Minnegan, Flopped like a fish against the mu… Beany, the kid whose yellow hair t… Told me to find you, even if the r…

Varus, varus, gib mir meine Legio… Quick on my feet in those Novembe… I tossed a short pass, Almost the instant I got the ball… Of Barrel Terry before he knocked…

After dark Near the South Dakota border, The moon is out hunting, everywher… Delivering fire, And walking down hallways

Dark cypresses— The world is uneasily happy; It will all be forgotten. —Theodore Storm Mother of roots, you have not seed…

Many animals that our fathers kill… Had quick eyes. They stared about wildly, When the moon went dark. The new moon falls into the freigh…

When I went out to kill myself, I… A pack of hoodlums beating up a ma… Running to spare his suffering, I… My name, my number, how my day beg… How soldiers milled around the gar…

Still, I would leap too Into the light, If I had the chance. It is everything, the wet green st…

The whole city Is stone, even Where stone Doesn’t belong. What is that old