Anne Waldman Poems

woman never under your thumb, says
skull that was a head, says
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name appears
everywhere and in dream
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I lie in my crib midday this is
unusual I don't sleep really
Mamma's sweeping or else boiling water for tea
Other sounds are creak of chair & floor, water
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I was living in San Francisco
My heart was in Manhattan
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you no longer believe in anything
movement of train, mauve waves
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in the ritual they said cast your lot in here
in the ritual you were meant to be protector
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I wore a garland of the briar that put me now in awe
I wore a garland of the brain that was whole
It commanded me, done babbling
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who wakes you up
bad scenic tapestry
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Standing in front of the Canelleto of Venice's "ghetto vecchio", "ghetto" the word for "foundry,"contemplating those arms and harms. I sit down in ghetto, I sit here in ghetto vecchio.
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All the world is one, like an angry deity's essence dropped in
the ocean
becoming monstrous: what happens Mumbai happens Paris
What happens Vicenza U.S. Base or Prodi, Kyoto Accord, XL
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