WANDERING oversea dreamer,Hunting and hoarse, Oh daughter and mother,Oh daughter of ashes and mother of blood,Child of the hair let down, and tears,Child of the cross in the southAnd the…
Posts published in “Poems”
I AM making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People. She is the Great Dirty Mother.And Many Children hang on her Apron, crawl at her Feet, snuggle at her Breasts.
I TELL them where the wind comes from,Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box. Kids-I saw one with a proud chin, a sleepyhead,And the moonline creeping white…
I REMEMBER here by the fire,In the flickering reds and saffrons,They came in a ramshackle tub,Pilgrims in tall hats,Pilgrims of iron jaws,Drifting by weeks on beaten seas,And the random chapters…
AFTER the last red sunset glimmer,Black on the line of a low hill rise,Formed into moving shadows, I sawA plowboy and two horses lined against the gray,Plowing in the dusk…
I am singing to youSoft as a man with a dead child speaks;Hard as a man in handcuffs,Held where he cannot move: Under the sunAre sixteen million men,Chosen for…
FLANDERS, the name of a place, a country of people,Spells itself with letters, is written in books. “Where is Flanders?” was asked one time,Flanders known only to those who lived…
HERE is a face that says half-past seven the same way whether a murder or a wedding goes on, whether a funeral or a picnic crowd passes.A tall one I…
THE WISHES on this child’s mouthCame like snow on marsh cranberries;The tamarack kept something for her;The wind is ready to help her shoes.The north has loved her; she will beA…
To Certain Poets About to Die Take your fill of intimate remorse, perfumed sorrow,Over the dead child of a millionaire,And the pity of Death refusing any check on the bankWhich…