“The past is a bucket of ashes.” 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrowsits with a hairpin in her teethand takes her timeand does her hair the way she wants itand fastens…
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Yellow dust on a bumble bee’s wing,Grey lights in a woman’s asking eyes,Red ruins in the changing sunset embers:I take you and pile high the memories.Death will break her claws …
WHEN the sea is everywherefrom horizon to horizon .. when the salt and blue fill a circle of horizons ..I swear again how I knowthe sea is older than anything elseand the…
LEAVES of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west.Moon sand on the canal doubles the changing pictures. The moon’s good-by ends pictures.The west is empty. All else is empty. No moon-talk…
I SALUTED a nobody.I saw him in a looking-glass.He smiled-so did I.He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning-so did I.Everything I did he did.I said, “Hello, I know you.”And I…
YES, the Dead speak to us.This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back of the clamps on a fireproof door they hold the papers of…
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs loosen, the backbone untwist, the head go heavy over, the…
Riding against the east,A veering, steady shadowPurrs the motor-callOf the man-birdReady with the death-laughterIn his throatAnd in his heart alwaysThe love of the big blue beyond. Only a man,A far…
You came from the AztecsWith a copper on your fore-armsTawnier than a sunsetSaying good-by to an even river. And I said, you remember,Those fore-arms of yoursWere finer than bronzesAnd you…