Monthly Archives: May 2012

Does it dry upLike a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore–And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over–like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load. Or does it explode?

I whispered, ‘I am too young,’And then, ‘I am old enough’;Wherefore I threw a pennyTo find out if I might love.‘Go and love, go and love, young man,If the lady be young and fair.’Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,I am … Continue reading →

A WOMAN waits for me—she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man werelacking. Sex contains all, Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, Songs, commands, … Continue reading →

Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet, Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid, Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it, And all the perfume rare, now … Continue reading →

‘Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of a fugitive day Fetched back from its thickening shroud of gray. Hence the only prime And real love-rhyme That I … Continue reading →

He loved her and she loved himHis kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried toHe had no other appetiteShe bit him she gnawed him she suckedShe wanted him complete inside herSafe and Sure forever and everTheir little … Continue reading →

Color of lemon, mango, peach,These storybook villasStill dream behindShutters, thier balconiesFine as hand-Made lace, or a leaf-and-flower pen-sketch. Tilting with the winds,On arrowy stems,Pineapple-barked,A green crescent of palmsSends up its forkedFirework of fronds. A quartz-clear dawnInch by bright inchGilds all … Continue reading →

There is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd before the street begins,And there the grass grows soft and white,And there the sun burns crimson bright,And there the moon-bird rests from his flightTo cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave … Continue reading →

Today as the news from Selma and Saigonpoisons the air like fallout,I come again to seethe serene, great picture that I love. Here space and time exist in lightthe eye like the eye of faith believes.The seen, the knowndissolve in … Continue reading →

Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village, though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods … Continue reading →