WE’ RE foot—slog—slog—slog—slogg… Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over… (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up… There’s no discharge in the war! Seven—six—eleven—five—nine—an’—twe…

Once I am sure there’s nothing go… I step inside, letting the door th… Another church: matting, seats, an… And little books; sprawlings of fl… For Sunday, brownish now; some br…

Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.

The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address… Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them.

The apes yawn and adore their flea… The parrots shriek as if they were… Like cheap tarts to attract the st… Fatigued with indolence, tiger and… Lie still as the sun. The boa-con…

Candy Is Dandy But liquor Is quicker.

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

The useless dawn finds me in a des… Nights are proud waves; darkblue t… Nights have a habit of mysterious… The surge, that night, left me the… and odd ends: some hated friends t…

Up, black, striped and demasked li… At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tai… Paraded the skunk. Night after ni… I expected her like a visitor. The refrigerator whinnied into sil…

Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou, shrieking harbinger,

share the naked happiness ...Christmas time... the season of… brings back fond remembrances of y… every note... every song played and sung

I thought it would last my time— The sense that, beyond the town, There would always be fields and f… Where the village louts could clim… Such trees as were not cut down;

The pig, if I am not mistaken; Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco… Let others say his heart is big— I call it stupid of the pig.

Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils

An escape from the pain Someplace soft to fall When the world knocks me down And the ground is hard. Decorated by the hearts

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering

Out where the handclasp’s a little… Out where a smile dwells a little… That’s where the West begins. Out where the sun’s a little brigh… Where the snow that falls is a tri…

least we can do we congregate we celebrate as we have always done the life of a dear departed Brothe… honor him we weep we pray

Remember when I learned how to wa… I became an explorer that couldn’t… Remember when I learned how to ta… I became a comedian whose show wen… Remember when I was scared of the…

Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. Why can’t we have any one quality of poetry we choose by itself...

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…