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Negative Entropy or The Third Law of Thermodynamics or How It is We Keep Alive We feed on crystals, feast on minerals, Batten, upon the moon, consume the stars And through the channels of our …
Light in Dark It was the twilight made you look So kindly and so far. It was the twilight gave your eyes A shadow, and a star. For loveliness is not to keep Unto the …
Never I will not come today– I cannot come tomorrow. I am gone far away Beyond the realm of sorrow; Beyond the reach of sleep, And past the firmament I am gone. No word is …
When You Go Away When you go away Then I enter your room, And suddenly A faint and lingering scent Of cigarettes Stabs me, Like the perfume of bruised violets In the quiet gloom Of …
In Time of Swallows The pear is weighted now with more than fruit– In hordes they come, a winged avalanche, Descending on the tree from tip to root, Shaking the leaves, bending each silver …
The Incendiary Pull down the stars; Here let us have a game Of patent pattern; You bowl with Mars, And I will take an aim With belted Saturn. Come, lend a hand; The bright thing …
Low Tide Every waiting moment is a fold of sorrow Pierced within the heart. Pieces of mind get torn off emotionally In large wisps. Like a waif I lie, stillbound to action: Each waiting hour …
Knowledge Once I thought that healing came From the angels wings. Now the bruised hands of men Seem the kindest things. Once I thought to pluck and eat The fruit of Paradise. Now I break …
Afternoon Tea An attractive table, round and neat. Presided over by faces sweet; Wafers and candy by fair hands passed. And I’m having my afternoon tea, at last. Luxurious pillows, an easy chair; Odors of …
To Myself Girl, I am tired of blowing hot and cold; Of being that with that, and this with this; A loosened leaf no bough would ever miss, At the wind’s whim betwixt the sky …
The Palace-Burner [Paris, 1871] A Picture in a Newspaper. She has been burning palaces. “To see The sparks look pretty in the wind!” Well, yes And something more. But women brave as she Leave much …
The Hotel The long resounding marble corridors, the shining parlors with shining women in them. The French room, with its gilt and garlands under plump little tumbling painted loves. The Turkish room, with its jumble …
Train Window Small towns Crawling out of their green shirts … Tubercular towns Coughing a little in the dawn … And the church … There is always a church With its natty spire And the …
How Like a Woman I wanted you to come to-day — Or so I told you in my letter — And yet, if you had stayed away, I should have liked you so much better. …
Theodore Dreiser The man body jumbled out of the earth, half, formed, Clay on the feet. Heavy with the lingering might of chaos. The man face so high above the feet As if lonesome for …
Take Their Little Necks I ask you to be fierce, Chicago, As a drowning man in the first spasm Fierce first of all to your women. Trip them when they come mincing down the Avenue, …
Night at Scheveningen The North Sea shakes His ranks in Thunder Through The moon, Beats and breaks His flanks in Sunder To The dune. Cold Song, And pitiless On rock and century. Bold, Strong And …
The Unhappy Few –after reading Weldon Kees Most of us spend most of our lives Climbing in and out of wombs, Bitching about bad coffee and too wet Martinis. Most of us lust for, more …
Cadillac Square: 1933 Whoever know a city, know this square: The loud and quaking air That breaks on brick or scales the sun-choked glass, The travelers who pass One minute of one day and nevermore, …
Elegy Before the Time From Kansas City, the last bleeding station-stop of mother’s cancer, goes west and then south, writes “Having become myself my fiction’s hero, will pause at tonight’s hotel, called (letterhead translates) Inn …