The Bivoac Of The Dead
The Bivoac Of The Dead The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat The soldier’s last tattoo; No more on Life’s parade shall meet That brave and […]
READ MOREChild on Top of a Greenhouse
Child on Top of a Greenhouse The wind billowing out the seat of my britches, My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty, The half-grown […]
READ MORECuttings
Cuttings This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks, Cut stems struggling to put down feet, What saint strained so much, Rose on such lopped limbs to […]
READ MOREDolor
Dolor I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight, All the misery of manilla folders and […]
READ MOREElegy For Jane
Elegy For Jane (My student, thrown by a horse) I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils; And her quick look, a sidelong pickerel smile; […]
READ MOREEpidermal Macabre
Epidermal Macabre Indelicate is he who loathes The aspect of his fleshy clothes, — The flying fabric stitched on bone, The vesture of the skeleton, The […]
READ MOREI Knew a Woman
I Knew a Woman I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, […]
READ MOREIn A Dark Time
In A Dark Time In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in […]
READ MOREJourney into the Interior
Journey into the Interior In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides dangerously And […]
READ MOREMy Papa’s Waltz
My Papa’s Waltz The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We […]
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