Of the light in my room: Its mood swings, Dark-morning glooms, Summer ecstasies. Spider on the wall,

As an ant is powerless Against a raised boot, And only has an instant To have a bright idea or two. The black boot so polished,

It seemed the kind of life we want… Wild strawberries and cream in the… Sunlight in every room. The two of us walking by the sea n… Some evenings, however, we found o…

Seems like a long time Since the waiter took my order. Grimy little luncheonette, The snow falling outside. Seems like it has grown darker

Where it says snow read teeth-marks of a virgin Where it says knife read you passed through my bones like a police-whistle

You give the appearance of listeni… To my thoughts, o trees, Bent over the road I am walking On a late summer evening When every one of you is a steep s…

The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret

With only his dim lantern To tell him where he is And every time a mountain Of fresh corpses to load up Take them to the other side

Fingers in an overcoat pocket. Fingers sticking out of a black leather glove. The nails chewed raw. One play is called “Thieves’ Market,” another “Night in a Dime Museum.” The fingers w...

Not a peep out of you now After the bedlam early this mornin… Are you begging pardon of me Hidden up there among the leaves, Or are your brains momentarily ove…

On the road with billowing poplars… In a country flat and desolate To the far-off gray horizon, where… A man and a woman went on foot, Each carrying a small suitcase.

A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I… in the white? Walt Whitman One

You must come to them sideways In rooms webbed in shadow, Sneak a view of their emptiness Without them catching A glimpse of you in return.

for Hayden Carruth If you didn’t see the six-legged d… It doesn’t matter. We did, and he mostly lay in the c… As for the extra legs,