[from early poems,1970's, youthful attempts at voice]
Fogs of summer
Through the green
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[from early poems,1970's, youthful attempts at voice]
For 'Spider' Bottas
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'O Poesy! for thee I grasp my pen
That am not yet a glorious denizen
Of thy wide heaven; yet, to my ardent prayer,
Yield from thy sanctuary some clear air,
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I think that poetry should stay
awake all night drinking in dark cellars.' - Thomas Merton
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'The bells, I say, the bells outbreak their towers...
- Hart Crane, from 'The Broken Tower'
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These three
being of stone
or steel...
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Hair of soap
and head of tears
Rinse mine eyes
of Christmas stars
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From ashtrays he rises
when birds in backyards
have been fed their seed,
a dove amid the starlings.
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Who To Blame - On The Ocassion Of The Deaths Of Robin Williams And Michael Brown
'My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue
runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.'
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Seeing the moon whole could mean
madness, now or overdue, for the supreme
vanity of daring to eye-gulp the whole swiss cheese.
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