We caught the tread of dancing feet ( Read more... )

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts ( Read more... )

Where the river quiets, back turned ( Read more... )

In response to a student who told me he just “skims” the poetry right before classThe barn was in the Netherlands ( Read more... )

'Tis Evanoe's ( Read more... )

Another spring rain about which I have nothing ( Read more... )

All day with nothing on my mind, the soft old couch,
the heating pad, a book of Tennessee Williams’s letters,
tea, camembert, beer, soup, dozing, speaking in tongues
off in my drowsing mind, invoking this or that god, thinking
of raising my fortunes, thinking of all of this swimming forward
without me someday, this bag of small wishes, the greatest
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The day my girl is lost for an hour ( Read more... )

It seemed the kind of life we wanted ( Read more... )

Tonight, you are thinking of heroin,
Of the boy who pulled you to his lips
In a blue room and whispered heroinSo close you could feel it on your face like a cloudburst ( Read more... )