#Americans Lyric poet
For I have seen love and his face is choice Heart of H… a flesh of pure fire, fusing from… where all Motion is one. And I have known
God love you Dana my lover lost in the horde on this Friday night, 500 men are moving up
Yes I put her away. But now life flares up As safe as China in a cup You hear the droppings of her heart.
Not as bad as you are And the next time that I see you I shall be old, a figure Couched from under acquaducts Where you still remain abroad a si…
O poetry, visit this house often, imbue my life with success, leave me not alone, give me a wife and home. Take this curse off
I was young once; and on poverty another palace revolution without… Taking the day the field to wards surrender of material posses…
And when that music starts there is no time, she takes you ba… over fifteen years, as if yesterda… a song immortalized. Do you know h… I met her once, with my lover: “…
The quality of mercy is not strained It lieth along the center road It falleth from the nude sky as gentle earth rained
And with great fear I inhabit the… What wrecks of the mind await me,… to dull the senses, what little I… what more can be taken away? The fear of travelling, of the fut…
'You Talk Of Going But Don’t… ’ Even Have A Suit… (A Series of Repetitions) I will be an old man sometime And live in a dark room somewhere.
A simple poem About love is what I want To write: words Without mystery, but Shoulders touching
I sit in Lees. At 11:40 PM with Jimmy the pusher. He teaches me Ju Ju. Hot on the table before us shrimp foo yong, rice and mushroom chow yuke. Up the street under the…
The hollow eyes of shock remain Electric sockets burnt out in the skull. The beauty of men never disappears But drives a blue car through the
The scene changes Five hours later and I come into a room where a clock ticks. I find a pillow to
I have never stopped loving him from the first moment I cast eyes… although they made us rob Brink’s whether up the chimney. he stopped loving me