Daily Archives: March 20, 2017

Poem – The Mail Cutter

The ice had not even begun to break, no boat could possibly sail yet, but the letters lay in a pile at the post office, with all their requests and instructions. Among them trying vainly to leave, in the scrawls … Continue reading

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Poem – You are Great in Love

You are great in love. You are bold. My every step is timid. I’ll do nothing bad to you, but can hardly do you any good. It seems you are leading me off the beaten path through a forest. Now … Continue reading

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Poem – Wounds

I have been wounded so often and so painfully, dragging my way home at the merest crawl, impaled not only by malicious tongues- one can be wounded even by a petal. And I myself have wounded-quite unwittingly- with casual tenderness … Continue reading

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Poem – Waiting

My love will come will fling open her arms and fold me in them, will understand my fears, observe my changes. In from the pouring dark, from the pitch night without stopping to bang the taxi door she’ll run upstairs … Continue reading

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Poem – Vietnam Classic

The Vietnam classic was a seventy-year-old child, with the face of a tired, wise turtle. Not from his own extraordinary fame did he suffer, but from the fact that he was in fear of the behavior of a red-haired tomcat … Continue reading

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Poem – Ballad About Drinking

We had slaughtered a hundred white whales, civilization was quite forgotten, our lungs were burned out from smoking shag, but on sighting port we blew out our chests like barrels and began to speak to one another politely, and with … Continue reading

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Poem – Being Late

Something dangerous is beginning: I am coming late to my own self. I made an appointment with my thoughts- the thoughts were snatched from me. I made an appointment with Faulkner- but they made me go to a banquet. I … Continue reading

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