#AmericanWriters #Ekphrasis
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.
Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!