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…

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.

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…

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…

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely p… They have their exits and their en… And one man in his time plays many… His acts being seven ages. At fir…

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…

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

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;

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,

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

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

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.

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

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…

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…

When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,

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...