To make the child in your own image is a capital crime, for your image is not worth repeating. The… (read more)
But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the… (read more)
In the tight belly of the dead, Burrow with hungry head, And inlay maggots like a jewel.
Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name.
Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and… (read more)
My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise.
Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.
The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What… (read more)