Lew Welch Poems

I saw myself
a ring of bone
in the clear stream
of all of it
...

Not yet 40, my beard is already white.
Not yet awake, my eyes are puffy and red,
like a child who has cried too much.
...

Dear Joanne,

Last night Magda dreamed that she,
you, Jack, and I were driving around
...

When I drive cab
I am moved by strange whistles and wear a hat

When I drive cab
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The image, as in a Hexagram:

The hermit locks his door against the blizzard.
He keeps the cabin warm.
...