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  •         Prurient tapirs gamboled on our lawns,
            But that was quite some time ago.
    164 lines
  • The porchlight coming on again,
    Early November, the dead leaves
    15 lines
  • To Ernest Brace
    "And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was
    74 lines
  • Between the visits to the shock ward
    The doctors used to let you play
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • Unmanageable as history: these
    Followers of Tammuz to the land
    21 lines
  • This nothingness that feeds upon itself:
    Pencils that turn to water in the hand,
    13 lines, 4 comments
  • Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene
    Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore,
    21 lines
  • Butcher the evil millionaire, peasant,
    And leave him stinking in the square.
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • Last summer, in the blue heat,
    Over the beach, in the burning air,
    13 lines
  • For a while
    Let it be enough:
    16 lines
  • The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone.
    His act is over. The world is a gray world,
    19 lines
  • Squat, unshaven, full of gas,
    Joseph Samuels, former clerk
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • The tower bell in the Tenth Street Church
    Rang out nostalgia for the refugee
    23 lines
  • The surgical mask, the rubber teat
    Are singed, give off an evil smell.
    20 lines
  • When the coal
    Gave out, we began
    19 lines
  • Not a third that walks beside me,
    But five or six or more.
    48 lines
  • The smiles of the bathers fade as they leave the water,
    And the lover feels sadness fall as it ends, as he leaves his love.
    12 lines
  • "A equals X," says Mister One.
    "A equals B," says Mister Two.
    16 lines
  • It must have been in March the rug wore through.
    Now the day passes and I stare
    14 lines
  • The state cracked where they left your breath
    No longer instrument. Along the shore
    15 lines
  • In the broken light, in owl weather,
    Webs on the lawn where the leaves end,
    17 lines
  • "Wondrous life!" cried Marvell at Appleton House.
    Renan admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly."
    24 lines
  • Robinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thin
    Blue light comes down once more outside the blinds.
    32 lines
  • Looking into my daughter’s eyes I read
    Beneath the innocence of morning flesh
    13 lines
  • Then walk the floor, or twist upon your bed
    While bullets, cold and blind, rush backward from the target’s eye,
    34 lines
  • Over the river and through the woods
    To grandmother’s house we go ...
    17 lines
  • “I want to get away somewhere and re-read Proust,”
    Said an editor of Fortune to a man on Time.
    15 lines
  • Somewhere in Chelsea, early summer;
    And, walking in the twilight toward the docks,
    48 lines
  • Curtains drawn back, the door ajar.
    All winter long, it seemed, a darkening
    36 lines
  •         Iron, sulphur, steam: the wastes
            Of all resorts like this have left thei
    45 lines
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