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i wonder if donovan listens to sound just to drown
his voice
music has its way with memory | img2poems |
of eleven planets i dreamt
and of the sun and the moon
all kneeling before me | img2poems |
each time i walked by
i dreamed of the promise
hiding behind its doors | img2poems |
you ponder ramifications
forced upon you
by the winds of fate | img2poems |
i would be forever scarred by the memory
of the hopes i had for us both the things that we
could have grown to be | img2poems |
he called out to animals
he felt the earth firm and
yielding under his bare feet | img2poems |
i am the reflection of all that is good
and beautiful and wonderful
on this earth | img2poems |
and suddenly
it spread its wings and took off
off into the sky | img2poems |
then he shed all his things
slowly and steadily
removing all the physical rings | img2poems |
ha
hunger and thirst
i do not need you | img2poems |
i have to work and slave
because of you
be gone | img2poems |
but
but i ensure that
your body is nourished | img2poems |
i only know that
you have made me miserable
when i don't satisfy you | img2poems |
we have in our hands
the seeds of all you have thrown
without a stance | img2poems |
as i was flying
admiring my flight and
regretting his lack of wings | img2poems |
even if you aren't with me
i may not miss
but hardly waiting for first kiss | img2poems |
which is why death never ends
the game like a hawk chasing a crow
chased off by crows | img2poems |
like a god with huge blue eyes and limbs of snow
the sea and sky lure to the marble terraces
the throng of roses young and strong | img2poems |
some actions do not change the world
and some are more dangerous than
we could possibly fathom | img2poems |
today
tomorrow
what time is now | img2poems |
she is happy
there she resides in peaceful bliss
no more pain | img2poems |
only one letter
so you start your path by a blank page
clear | img2poems |
a photograph on the desk
it tells tales of youths travels from place to place in time
of lessons learned the hard way | img2poems |
choices left
wars occurred that took our dreams away left us all alone
a time in the past | img2poems |
we finally saw the light in the window
it only took a lifetime to hear the answers and see the truth
a time in the past | img2poems |
we are children without gifts
and christmas morning was pre-empted
by the state of the union address | img2poems |
that makes me so alone
one that no longer cares for the others in need
where people are discarded | img2poems |
a world so different
i know a world that has made me untouchable
that turns its back on those like me | img2poems |
afternoons
they are always like this
eternally afternoons | img2poems |
no mister banker
it is not a bright and happy eye
it's the fever of a trophy hunter | img2poems |
man it is time to decide
do you want to crawl down the walk of ghosts
or proudly tread the alley of justice | img2poems |
saturated by whispering
squirrels daring me
to climb their trees | img2poems |
to many i have seen to many i have believe
if not by my wicked ways to achieve a conquerable belief
then it should be done by my own music | img2poems |
i felt i was getting enraged
and losing my speech
like them losing their dreams | img2poems |
the former bonded labourers or muktakamaiya as they are called in nepal are a group of people who mostly come from the tharu community
the poem shows the poet's sympathetic ire at these freed bonded labourers who become cheerful for very little
-translator | img2poems |
why are you vegetarian
the friend asked
don't you like chicken and burgers | img2poems |
the real freedom is first of all from ourselves
die wahre freiheit ist in erster linie von uns selbst
la verdadera libertad es ante todo de nosotros mismos | img2poems |
in times of trouble
friends will say
just ask | img2poems |
good luck on your journey
you take with you the tears that i gave you
and my sleep that you stole | img2poems |
i could forget my lover
were it not for the stars
which remind me | img2poems |
comely am i and black
pitch-black letters like the black tents of kedar
on paper like the white tents of solomon | img2poems |
here for you are the fruits of my poetry
ripe after months of waiting
but for my love you need never wait | img2poems |
the morning breeze warms the face of every lover
but to me it shall always say: all is well with solomon
shalom | img2poems |
just thought i'd tell you
while you're sinking
whirling down my well | img2poems |
i'll always be here for you
when there's no one out there
to comfort you | img2poems |
at last she put her gum away
upon a special little tray
and settled back and went to sleep | img2poems |
if you are the lamp of the heart know where the road is to the
house and if you are godlike of attribute know that i am your
maser | img2poems |
i don't know why
somehow i've left undone
my moral fly | img2poems |
the tree azalea overwhelms the evening with its scent defining everything and the endless fields
walking away suddenly it slices off and is gone
the visible object blurs open in front of you the outline of a branch folds back into itself then clarifies just as you turn away and the glass hardens into glassas you go abo... | img2poems |
he stamped his feet and opened the door stood on the threshold turned around
the desert light shrank his eyes sun slammed his face he almost lost his breath blond shiny grasses ring of distant mountains pinking in the haze the scorched but somehow fertile earth he wiped his brow he couldn't go in he couldn't move he co... | img2poems |
reality cons me as it spurs me
this is the road to eternalconsanguinity eloping withhope and leaving me to pickup the proverbial bag
but that's the argument for | img2poems |
you see this dog
it was but yesterdayi mused forgetful of his presence here till thought on thought drew downward tear on tear when from the pillow where wet-cheeked i lay a head as hairy as faunus thrust its wayright sudden against my face two golden-clearlarge eyes astonished mine a drooping eardid flap me on either ... | img2poems |
i'm afraid of deathbecause it inflatesthe definitionof what a personis or love untilthey become the same love the beloved immaterial
i'm afraid of deathbecause it inventsa different kind oftime a stopped clockthat can't be reset only repurchased an antiquity
i'm afraid of death the magician whomakes vanish and whomakes... | img2poems |
i saw a man pursuing the horizon round and round they sped
i was disturbed at this i accosted the man
it is futile i said you can never you lie he cried and ran on | img2poems |
ghostly falls from the fifteenth floorfeathers leaking/ the pillow speakinghow the sleeper's nightly poundingmade the pillow yelp and moanpoor sleeper heard these commentsangered threw said pillow intoan ugly summer night's airthe pillow had little choicethe sleeper's fists
the sleeper's mouthnot kind not soft always a... | img2poems |
will she be closer to the falling away of the gaze of things than others
hands on the water she calls scene settinghands on the table water over the houses and hills swimmingnot the ocean or the sea but the frame of time she'll tell ofwild happy yeses in her handsshe bites through in rage when ragecomes to her or we do... | img2poems |
snails circlea shed where a child was born
she bled into straw who can write this
under arcturus rubble of light:we have no wordsfor what is happening still language endurescelan saidas he stood in a torngreen coatshivering a little in a night theater in bremen | img2poems |
all i did was write them downwherever i was at the time hanginglaundry baking bread driving to illinois
my name was attached to themon the page but not in my headbecause the bird i listened to outsidemy window said i couldn't complainabout the blank in place of my nameif i wished to hold both ends of the wirelike a wir... | img2poems |
is the harp too obsolete
when the wren took his awl
to the infested branchhe fed me an idea there | img2poems |
a rough sound was polished until it became a smoother sound which was polished until it became music
then the music was polished until it became the memory of a night in venice when tears of the sea fell from the bridge of sighs which in turn was polished until it ceased to be and in its place stood the empty home of a... | img2poems |
the lost pines inn would be a good name for a motel or no sheep in the meadow the lost egos the downtown country inn mike and ann's doug and diane's bob and joe's or just joe's hotel warm toes hotel anything goes inn the come inn the company retreat the hermit's den la cave the little house hotel the reliquary the happ... | img2poems |
such nothingness on the other
side of whichinfinity slidinto eternity insisting
that we had lived together forever and did | img2poems |
i was an open man of the open streets a burnished sieve of common purpose scrawled on walls thrashed cans and blasted caps for equivalence
i wasn't alone the boulevards teemed with wiggly kids and mooing parents slow as boulders
in the plaza palabra on a green iron bench a grand senora suffered the odes of schoolboy... | img2poems |
note on poem from you envelop me: numbers for poems and text at the beginning of each poem in italics are taken from psalms
these particular psalms often identified as nachman's healing psalms were chosen by rebbe nachman of breslov and are traditionally read during mourning
this practice exemplifies nachmans' use of s... | img2poems |
here a description of stalemate looking past shore
here is the fragment the stunted word store
life brings us to the dedication of the droning fisherman all his preparations for autumn thermal thigh-high rubbers | img2poems |
and i'd like to get naked and into bed and be hot radiating heat from the inside these sweaters and fleeceys do nothing to keep out the out or keep my vitals in some drafty body i've got leaking in and out in all directions i'd like to get naked into bed but hot on this early winter afternoon already dusky grim and not... | img2poems |
my little baby who i will name a weaver of spools and not of dreams with mortal limbs not quite sinew not quite bone paddles a rowboat inside of me and i stay in those moments ever-so-still so that she may reach out to me
the midwife says that what i'm feeling is called quickening
scientists say that she is dreaming pr... | img2poems |
late in aqua and ermine gardeniasscaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent her gloves white her smile chastened purse giddywith stars and rhinestones clipped to her brilliantined hair on her free arm that fine negro mr
wonderful smith
it's the day that isn't february th at the end of the shortest month of the year an... | img2poems |
still somehow we arelaughter
we are the doorway out
we are the doorway in | img2poems |
we walked on the bridge over the chicago riverfor what turned out to be the last time and i ate cotton candy that sugary air that sweet blue light spun out of nothingness
it was just a moment really nothing more but i remember marveling at the sturdy cablesof the bridge that held us upand threading my fingers through t... | img2poems |
drunkstheir breath their sweatespecially when they are lying on top of youor when they have fallen off of you and you are listening to them snore and fartwhen they are your father stumbling up the stairs or passed out on the sofain all his clothes smelling of cigarettes vomit and stale women's colognewhen he is smackin... | img2poems |
for breakfast a man must break an egg
then not all the king's horses and all the king's men can do very much about it
past perfect the broken egg no longer breaks a dead man no longer dies | img2poems |
i saw once in a rose garden a remarkable statue of the roman she-wolf and her twins a reproduction of an ancient statue not the famous bronze statue so often copied in which the blunt head swings forward toward the viewer like a sad battering ram but an even older statue of provenance less clear
the wolf had been cut o... | img2poems |
beautiful those boys among the roses
beautiful the black wolf
but it was the breasts that held the eye a double row of four black breasts eight smooth breasts each narrowing to a strict point piercing sharp exactly the shape of the ivory tooth of the shark | img2poems |
it sweeps away depression and todayyou can't tell the heaped pin-whitecherry blossoms abloom alongriverside drive from the clouds aboveit is all kerfluffle all moisture and light and sointo the wind i gopast riverside church and the fairwaymarket past the water treatment plantand in the dusky triangle belowa hulk of ru... | img2poems |
i have nothing to say to you really
i just want to see what i'm looking at
i want so much not to listen to you after all this time but to hear | img2poems |
but i'll sing it to myself
i'll sing it to the small moth the size of scarcely a word
ad libitum according to my desire | img2poems |
in need of air she unhinged everywindow revolving ones downstairs upstairs skylights mid-floor french doors swept into the house the salt-brine the cricket chirp the osprey whistle the sea-current sound of the sound but had not noticed the basementbedroom window shielded by blinds screen-less
later that night when they... | img2poems |
just this
when they were my sonsi would pull the covers uparound their earsand tuck them in smooth their hair kiss their salty eyelids
now gingko leavesmake golden blanketsaround the tombstoneof a boy from iowaand another i can't read and another anotheranother another anotheras far as i can seescattered across the hil... | img2poems |
one nightwhen there was a clear moon i sat downto write a poemabout maple trees
but the dazzle of moonlightin the inkblinded me and i could only writewhat i remembered
therefore on the wrapping of my poemi have inscribed your name | img2poems |
a trio of instruments you love the notesindissectible amp extending small rockets of delightforce to love be loved love acceleratinglove momentum the love to travelwe will never agree the world containsso much phenomena we'll put on glassesabstract it give it structure make a frameinversely proportional to the square o... | img2poems |
i took the lastdusty piece of chinaout of the barrel
it was your gravy boat with a hard browndrop of gravy stillon the porcelain lip
i grieved for you thenas i never had before | img2poems |
'twas my custom to stroll by a clear winding stream with my boots full of dew from the lush meadow green near a neck of the woods where the mountain holds sway without danger or fear at the dawn of the day
the sight of lough graney would dazzle my eyes as the countryside sparkled beneath the blue skies uplifting to see... | img2poems |
so i always know where i can place himwhen i want him at one with himself at ease:there in the mortgaged half-light
there where pinches of vagrant sawdustcan collect in his cuffs and every doorframewelcomes his sidelong blue shadow
anywhere his dimming form can drift at willfrom room to room while dinner's going cold a... | img2poems |
we shouldn't worship suffering: the world'sa spinning rack where suffering indicatesall goes well we're alive and not curledup in the black hushhush death dictatesas its first condition: no screaming there
we crown ourselves with thorns of pasttransgressions sharp spears of deed spareno rib of pain: around the cross cr... | img2poems |
i miss the tilt and racket of your face the collapsing factories of your anger the shoreline wearing your boas of foam the steel mirror of your silence your glass contingencies in the night's hold
i miss the morning's coverlet of cloud one gull flying east over the moving distanceswhile closer inthe same boulder is kis... | img2poems |
gloomy and bare the organ-loft bent-backed and blind the organist
from rafters looming shadowy from the pipes' tuneful company drifted together drowsily innumerable formless dim the ghosts of long-dead melodies of anthems stately thunderous of kyries shrill and tremulous:in melancholy drowsy-sweetthey huddled there in ... | img2poems |
she said i love you
he said nothing
in the history of languagethe first obscenity was silence | img2poems |
cold comes from every corner
it's snowing
and from the train europe looks likea brittle romantic poemin which the lakes closetheir black moon-lost eyes and tricklingroses can be lying on the groundaround a perfectly ordinary housecontaining a perfectly ordinary familyand then suddenly seep outlike blood througha snow-w... | img2poems |
he writes it down
heaven steadiesand concentrates near the lavender
he's already there | img2poems |
i know it will be quiet when you come:no wind the water breathing steadily a light like ghost of silver on the sea and the surf dreamily fingering his drum
twilight will drift in large and leave me numbwith nearness to the last tranquility and then the slow and languorous tyrannyof orange moon pale night and cricket hu... | img2poems |
to think that i should hear that mad thing slidingalong a smoking opal ladder
hear that inevitable deluge of music ridinginto the sun richer now fainter now madder
to think that i should hear and knowthe song that shelley heard and shakespeare long ago | img2poems |
what loin-cloth what rag of wrongunpriced
what turn of body what of lustundiced
so we've worshipped you a littlemore than christ | img2poems |
reed slashed and tornbut doubly rich such great heads as yoursdrift upon temple-steps but you are shatteredin the wind
myrtle-barkis flecked from you scales are dashedfrom your stem sand cuts your petal furrows it with hard edge like flinton a bright stone
yet though the whole windslash at your bark you are lifted up a... | img2poems |
suddenly i saw the cold and rook-delighting heaventhat seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice and thereupon imagination and heart were drivenso wild that every casual thought of that and thisvanished and left but memories that should be out of seasonwith the hot blood of youth of love crossed long ago and... | img2poems |
your troubles shrink not though i feel them lesshere far away than when i tarried near i even smile old smiles with listlessness yet smiles they are not ghastly mockeries mere
a thought too strange to house within my brainhaunting its outer precincts i discern: that i will not show zeal again to learnyour griefs and sh... | img2poems |
it's a journey
and i want
to go | img2poems |
substituting one day for the next remaining attempt to emerge from the next gesture skip deity made entirely of language to the next instant justification graveyard like content like everything else like a given epic like another battle dream beach distance another metaphor without preemptive assumptions
we are through... | img2poems |
this strange thing must have creptright out of hell
it resembles a bird's footworn around the cannibal's neck
as you hold it in your hand as you stab with it into a piece of meat it is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:its head which like your fistis large bald beakless and blind | img2poems |
when hidden away in a damp hollow under moldyleaves i come upon a clump of heart-shapesonce red now spiderspit-gray intact but empty still attached to their dead stems families smothered as at pompeii i riseand stretch
i eat one more big ripe loppedhead
red-handed i leave the field | img2poems |
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