Turn your head
Look
The light is turning yellow
The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened
Look
The light is turning yellow
The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened
Dear ghosts, dear presences,
O my dear parents,
Why were you so sad on porches, whispering
What great melancholies were loosed among our swings
O my dear parents,
Why were you so sad on porches, whispering
What great melancholies were loosed among our swings
Papier-mache body; blue-and-black cotton jersey cover
Metal stand
Instructions included
— Sears,
Metal stand
Instructions included
— Sears,
Me moriré en Paris con aguacero
I will die in Miami in the sun,
On a day when the sun is very bright,
A day like the days I remember, a day like other days,
I will die in Miami in the sun,
On a day when the sun is very bright,
A day like the days I remember, a day like other days,
One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a hired assassin
— John D
You would not recognize me
Mine is the face which blooms
— John D
You would not recognize me
Mine is the face which blooms
Late arrival,
One would think of blaming
For hesitating so
Who, setting his hand to
One would think of blaming
For hesitating so
Who, setting his hand to
Cities burn behind us; the lake glitters
A tall loudspeaker is announcing prizes;
Another, by the lake, the times of cruises
Childhood, once vast with terrors and surprises,
A tall loudspeaker is announcing prizes;
Another, by the lake, the times of cruises
Childhood, once vast with terrors and surprises,
