1 You, once a belle in Shreveport,with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud,still have your dresses copied from that time,and play a Chopin preludecalled by Cortot: "Delicious recollectionsfloat like perfume through the memory
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Wherever in this city, screens flickerwith pornography, with science-fiction vampires,victimized hirelings bending to the lash,we also have to walk…if simply as we walkthrough the rainsoaked garbage, the tabloid crueltiesof our own neighborhoods
Miracle's truck comes down the little avenue,
Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behind it like pearls,and, yes, you can feel happywith one piece of your heart
Take what's still given: in a room's rich shadowa woman's breasts swinging lightly a...
This is the grass your feet are planted on
You paint it orange or you sing it green,
But you have never foundA way to make the grass mean what you mean
A cloud can be whatever you intend:
II wake up in your bed
I know I have been dreaming
Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other,you’ve been at your desk for hours
I know what I dreamed:our friend the poet comes into my roomwhere I’ve been writing for days,draf...
She had thought the studio would keep itself;no dust upon the furniture of love
Half heresy, to wish the taps less vocal,the panes relieved of grime
A plate of pears,a piano with a Persian shawl, a catstalking the picturesque amusing mou...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow,
Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by
This is the leave we never really take
If you were dead or gone to live in
First having read the book of myths,and loaded the camera,and checked the edge of the knife-blade,
I put onthe body-armor of black rubberthe absurd flippersthe grave and awkward mask
I am having to do thisnot like Cousteau with hisassidu...
Our whole life a translationthe permissible fibsand now a knot of lieseating at itself to get
Words bitten thru words~~meanings burnt-off like paintunder the
All those dead lettersrendered into the oppressor's
Trying to tell the doc...
Aunt Jennifer’s tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green
They do not fear the men beneath the tree;
They pace in sleek chivalric certainty
I am walking rapidly through striations of light and dark thrown under an arcade
I am a woman in the prime of life, with certain powersand those powers severely limitedby authorities whose faces I rarely see
I am a woman in the prime of ...
Living in the earth-deposits of our history Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earthone bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-oldcure for fever or melancholy a tonicfor living on this earth in the winters of this climate
Today...