#AmericanWriters
Of the light in my room: Its mood swings, Dark-morning glooms, Summer ecstasies. Spider on the wall,
Where the path to the lake twists… A puff of dust, the kind bare feet… Is what I saw in the dying light, Night swooping down everywhere els… A low branch heavy with leaves
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,
The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string
The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret
A world’s disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog,
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I… in the white? Walt Whitman One
Millions were dead; everybody was… I stayed in my room. The Presiden… Spoke of war as of a magic love po… My eyes were opened in astonishmen… In a mirror my face appeared to me
The night still frightens you. You know it is interminable And of vast, unimaginable dimensio… “That’s because His insomnia is p… You’ve read some mystic say.
How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone Ironing death’s laundry.
The mad and homeless take shelter Against the cold weather In tombs of the fabulously rich, Where they huddle in their rags And make themselves scarce only
The one who had been whispering All along in this empty theater And whose voice I just heard— Or imagined I did Distracted as I was by my own tho…
I liked my little hole, Its window facing a brick wall. Next door there was a piano. A few evenings a month a crippled old man came to play
To find clues where there are none… That’s my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The world… My window has grown illegible, And so has the clock on the wall.
Your mother carried you Out of the smoking ruins of a buil… And set you down on this sidewalk Like a doll bundled in burnt rags, Where you now stood years later