January 1, 1944
The Weed
My sister loved milkweed, flower and plant, Bland-toned, upsprung. The odd dim smell, Faint fuchsia drench of color coated white In the brown weed-clusters. Sister, I can’t Find you on […]
January 1, 1944
Palms and Calendars
Folded, my tents and stars, to the double of day returning; confirmed in the light of wars and the witness of burning. Christened and wrapped in straw his tiger of […]
January 1, 1944
Remote Design
Nothing lives in the circle but the red cape, red, red, red, the cape with fluted edges turning on the axis of a still body, a dream torso. In the […]
January 1, 1944
Lullaby (for music)
Hush new child, how Give you good love? (You now so new.) How be gentle now Unless in love, the stress Inward from wide tenderness Turns, like a pure wave, […]
January 1, 1944
January
The shelled flesh will not hold nor the locked mind heal its wind of wounds; only the stone castle of bone to signal where the blood has flown (as winds […]
January 1, 1944
Litany
Among the skeletons of sun where the yellow lions run goes one in a diamond color, tears on his antique shoulder. He walks in a sea of salt with intention […]
January 1, 1944
Problem Evil into Cocoon
Are monsters all big? I connive on a twig, Head to heel, head to heel, Aloof in chenille. Arrogant worm, is my name, Ugly worm, they exclaim. I warp to […]
January 1, 1944
The Dream-Singing Elegy¹
Darkness, giving us dream's black unity. Images in procession start to flow among the river-currents down the years of judgment and past the cities to another world. There are flat […]
January 1, 1944
Discourse
If, perfect, the memory fails; if suddenly we’re less than it And image of the soul’s city is lost and suddenly The curbs we stumbled at and stony dark Have […]
January 1, 1944
Conjectural Domain
If he is he without the royal perception Is like that question asked by those who gain Sight that will identify nothing: And do I clothe him with the eye […]
January 1, 1944
The Carnegie Library, Juvenile Division
The soot drifted from the engines to the marble The readers climbed to: stone, and the sooty casts (Dark absent properties confused with crates And rest-rooms in the darkness of […]
January 1, 1944
Twenty-One Years
Came with wind and warning this morning the first birds. Came sun polishing the crucifix-insect where he paused dew-instant. I beheld here and there spiders going in grass to a […]