I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
...
Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
...
Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
...
You sullen pig of a man
you force me into the mud
with your stinking ash-cart!
...
Ecstatic bird songs pound
the hollow vastness of the sky
with metallic clinkings--
beating color up into it
...
If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
...
And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom--
...
It was an icy day.
We buried the cat,
then took her box
and set fire to it
...
Go to sleep- though of course you will not-
to tideless waves thundering slantwise against
strong embankments, rattle and swish of spray
dashed thirty feet high, caught by the lake wind,
...