Monthly Archives: January 2014

Time and wind cannot be seen, And space has not a face, But every moment you go past Their beauty I can trace. Here and there, back and forth, From place to place you go; Existence has a central force … Continue reading →

When all about the mighty town the poet wanders much And hears the subway’s rumbling sound in walls that feel his touch; When all the busy thousands there go past him in a rush, He sees one face, or maybe … Continue reading →

The slow clouds crowd, Some drums boom loud, White light bright flashes—see! The drops drop down, Some me have found, And hands are glad to be! Each leaf brief roof, Catch rain, then poof! Falls all on me with love! … Continue reading →

Offer no blood to me of sacrifice, Give not your pay, or jewels, or joy, or pride, But throw away your liking for this vice, That makes your worth less worth the more it’s tried. Make money, work, begirt you … Continue reading →

Let me now innocent this block of wood With stalwart chops to split it good, And when I’ve angelized a table true I’ll give my virtue all to you. And thus from lazy and most guilty tree A brave new … Continue reading →

The leaves are long and large, yet light, The trees up-tower to titantic height; The sun sends streamers shining through, And I am darkness, bright are you. The moss is soft, your mouth soft, too, And soft our hands that … Continue reading →

Round about each other twining, All for love and lovers’ height, Passion is their circle-signing, Turning all their world bright. Under them and over—Yay! Race the winds in rapture’s play. Eve may come, but never night.

All forgetful of her own sensuality, So ravishing fair she stands, Heroic red-haired woman, see, with Lessons hard in her hands. Even her sculpture’s fair beauty Yearns to her there where she stands.

Snow and ice and snow; Footprints going up the hill. What will he find there? Ice and snow and ice; Here he stopped him at the top. What there did he see? Snow and ice and snow; Footprints plunging down … Continue reading →

A-top the blocks of sacrifice, she Proves herself supreme. She Owes the world not anything, she Lives for her own dream. She Loves the sunlight on her face; she Integrates her joy; she Never even contemplates that she Is just … Continue reading →

Oh young lad pulling wagon full of apples in the sun, Your shadow grows behind you like a titan till you’re done. The sun falls low and still you go, and never take a rest, Your face the light of … Continue reading →

At my soft breast, with softer mouth intent, My baby sucks. He is a grabber meant For me alone, my darling ravisher. So hungrily he heeds me/sees me not, His eyelashes flick’ring, “I’ve forgot,” Must love I for us both, … Continue reading →

A storm, a tornado, zigging left, zigging right. House of Cook, house of Palfrey, stand next to each other. Mrs. Cook and her 8 year-old son sit in their basement. Mrs. Palfrey and her 9 year-old daughter sit in their … Continue reading →

God spake to all the women and the girls of earth, saying, “Whenever you get pregnant, no matter by whom, no matter what you feel about him, no matter what your personal desires, you shall carry the fetus to term … Continue reading →

My fetus aborted I leaped and yelled, “See! I’m free of that thing that was growing in me!” Those women were angry; oh, swore they and cursed, And damned me a devil to put myself first. Though I had been … Continue reading →

“You say you love me.” “Yes, I do.” “And all my family?” “Only you.” “What of my friends?” “They’re okay.” “But I’m much more?” “That’s what I say.” “And Ralph, my dog?” “He loves you, too; And when he barks … Continue reading →

In the morning of memory I see me a boy Who is quietly camped in his world of joy. Quite alone and apart, with imaginative things, He sits down with his heroes and softly he sings. They are mounted on … Continue reading →

The waltz was a gatherer, slow and serene; He was gathering sweetness, there with his queen; His eyes were half-closed as he carried her round, In love with all being and beauty of sound. And then it went slower, and … Continue reading →

His wife, she was sick, was ready to die, And from her bed came a long, soft sigh, And she spoke but a whispering “I fly, I fly.” ‘Twas then he bethought him an old old song, A tune he … Continue reading →

Little boy Paper, wee girl Pen, I set you firmly on my knee, and then We make loving poems for Lip and Tongue, Who’ve been close friends since they were young. They say what you sign, sing what you show, … Continue reading →

Let other men sing of their sorrows, And suffer themselves in their gloom; I’m looking on to tomorrows When joy will beat up with a boom. A boom, and the bright banners streaming, A challenging charge through the night; The … Continue reading →

Only a man who’s been happy, Recent, or long time ago, Can write him a song that’s happy; Elsewise, he knows only woe. Then wondered one at his joying, Hearing a sorrowful song, The melody beauty emplying; Enduring, he felt … Continue reading →

Ticker-tape flies—a million million flakes of snow— Upon us cheering men, these champion streets below. Blare of trumpets clear, thump and boom of drums, Adds real regal majesty unto our Bravo! sums. And loud and proud our cheering, deep our … Continue reading →

Dreaming lives in the mind, Thinking thrives in the thought; Willing is never blind When you do what you ought. Goodness walks in the good, Greatness wings in the great; All you can be you should, Conquering fear and hate. … Continue reading →

Some say the month’s less merry,— “It’s very January, The snow doth pile in ‘palling style, The roads are clogged and boggy, Or else not seen, cause foggy. “All houses now are hidden, Like gloomy ghosts forbidden; The bushes clumped … Continue reading →