I spot the hillsWith yellow balls in autumn.I light the prairie cornfieldsOrange and tawny gold clustersAnd I am called pumpkins.On the last of OctoberWhen dusk is fallenChildren join handsAnd circle…
THE MILK drops on your chin, Helga,Must not interfere with the cranberry red of your cheeksNor the sky winter blue of your eyes.Let your mammy keep hands off the chin.This…
WHAT can we say of the night?The fog night, the moon night, the fog moon night last night? There swept out of the sea a song.There swept out of the sea-torn…
IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street … faces … coffee spots … children kicking at the night stars with bare toes from bare buttocks.They know it is September…
Under the harvest moon,When the soft silverDrips shimmeringOver the garden nights,Death, the gray mocker,Comes and whispers to youAs a beautiful friendWho remembers. Under the summer rosesWhen the flagrant crimsonLurks…
I PAINTED on the roof of a skyscraper.I painted a long while and called it a day’s work.The people on a corner swarmed and the traffic cop’s whistle never let…
ARMOUR AVENUE was the name of this street and door signs on empty houses read “The Silver Dollar,” “Swede Annie” and the Christian names of madams such as “Myrtle” and…
A man saw the whole world as a grinning skull andcross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from allfaces. Nothing counts. Everything is a fake. Dust todust and ashes to…
MANY things I might have said today.And I kept my mouth shut.So many times I was askedTo come and say the same thingsEverybody was saying, no endTo the yes-yes, yes-yes,…