#AmericanWriters
Even now this landscape is assembl… The hills darken. The oxen Sleep in their blue yoke, The fields having been Picked clean, the sheaves
I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. I’m sick of your world That lets the outside disguise the…
What does the horse give you That I cannot give you? I watch you when you are alone, When you ride into the field behin… Your hands buried in the mare’s
Remember the days of our first hap… how strong we were, how dazed by p… lying all day, then all night in t… sleeping there, eating there too:… it seemed everything had ripened
In the end, I made myself Known to your wife as A god would, in her own house, in Ithaca, a voice Without a body: she
A dove lived in a village. When it opened its mouth sweetness came out, sound like a silver light around the cherry bough. But
What can I tell you that you don’… that will make you tremble again? Forsythia by the roadside, by wet rocks, on the embankments
How can you say earth should give me joy? Each th… born is my burden; I cannot succee… with all of you. And you would like to dictate to m…
Little soul, little perpetually un… Do now as I bid you, climb The shelf-like branches of the spr… Wait at the top, attentive, like A sentry or look-out. He will be…
I regret bitterly The years of loving you in both Your presence and absence, regret The law, the vocation That forbid me to keep you, the se…
The nights have grown cool again,… Of early spring, and quiet again.… Speech disturb you? We’re Alone now; we have no reason for s… Can you see, over the garden-the f…
Speak to me, aching heart: what Ridiculous errand are you inventin… Weeping in the dark garage With your sack of garbage: it is n… To take out the garbage, it is you…
When I made you, I loved you. Now I pity you. I gave you all you needed: bed of earth, blanket of blue air— As I get further away from you
I’ll tell you something: every day people are dying. And that’s just… Every day, in funeral homes, new w… new orphans. They sit with their h… trying to decide about this new li…
There were others; their bodies were a preparation. I have come to see it as that. As a steam of cries. So much pain in the world - the fo…