#AmericanWriters #Ekphrasis
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
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…
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.