Hepatitis
Flat on my back, a foot-square paperback
of The New Golden Bough propped
...
FOR A FUNERAL ANNOUNCEMENT
Damn it, Science! You've failed us again!
I though you'd master everlasting life
...
SHELLEY
His arms St. Andrew's cross flat on his chest,
helpless while Leman's beer froth whitecaps clapped
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Duino Elegy V - Freely Rewritten in English
Picasso: Les Saltimbanques
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A POSTCARD OF MT. MCKINLEY
Nothing like a cheery night
in bed with the hand...
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During the War
My age during the war, my old man had a pin-
pricked ear. His war effort was hauling loads
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CAR HOUSE
When mother's '40 Nash gave up the ghost
father stalled it in the dunes outside the court
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BIBLE CAMP
1. January, Caracalla's Baths were bare
as grocery crates. The codger
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SKIPPING STONES ON THE AEGEAN
So culture bound I get a hard-on
thinking of classical nudity
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Giacomo Leopardi
THE INFINITE
Dear to me always is this lonely hill
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A Love Poem
PROSERPINA
Proserpina,
migratory seabird, child
of divorce, who bides
her winters in the polarized
sunlight of Arizona,
her summers in the squalling camps
between the toes of glaciers...
lover of two men,
lover of both parents, faithful to neither...
for whom only the poles are comfortable,
only the solstices homey;
for you the midlands are intemperate,
equinoxes of abrupt concomitance, where both
your lovers smile the unconciliatory
smiles of divorced parents
who must yield you trusting
each to each.
Hyperboles are safer:
you thrust them apart, they leave you room.
And yet you cry for thaw or frost,
mid-latitudes, the remarriage
of your lovers, yourself begowned
in both summer and winter plumage.
The Aurorean, June 2004