Feelings
There must be a wound!No one can be this hurtand not bleed. How could she injure me so?No marksNo...
Category: Poetry
The Asra
Every day so lovely, shining,up and down, the Sultan’s daughterwalked at evening by the...
To Those Who Follow in Our Wake
I. Truly, I live in dark times! An artless word is foolish. A smooth forehead Points to...
What Kind of Times Are These?
There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old...
And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos
When I open my walletto show my paperspay moneyor check the time of a trainI look at your face.The...
The Drunken Boat
As I was going down impassive Rivers,I no longer felt myself guided by haulers:Yelping redskins...
The Dialogue of Two Snails
White Snail.- (Silence.) (A young lady with a lace parasol comes along counting her steps. Upon...
Descending Figure
PORTRAIT A child draws the outline of a body.She draws what she can, but it is white all...
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the...
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with...
Stay Home
I will wait here in the fieldsto see how well the rainbrings on the grass.In the labor of the...
Ulysses
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d...
