Dramatic Poetry
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say i’m
say i’m given leave from my evenings and the nights of my weekfrom the books i read and the paper on which i writefrom my mornings and my weekday afternoonsthe lectures and the lectern at which i standleave to ride in a merchant’s carton the road out of my entire life Continue reading
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five oclock’s the first to leave
five oclock’s the first to leaveit also goes out through the staffonly doorits mouth’s a horn it leaves behindits voice is the sound of the hornits word is its voice that goes out in the rainthat goes through the rainwithout an umbrella without getting wetit wraps itself around the parking lotit gets into parked cars… Continue reading
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the hipwaders
after you’ve movedthe pipes through the thigh deepdew and drops of riverwater hunched on the grassblades on the leaves on the cornhusks when you come in leavethem out Continue reading
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it was a day like any
it was a day like anythrough the upstairs hallway most of the afternoon had passedall the doors out of the daylit hours remained closedin the time behind one of those closed doors i sleptread studied wrote talked to myself sleptthen the habit of the years was brokenas the late afternoon sun litthe hallway through a… Continue reading
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we watched
we watchedthat starless moonless horizon riseup like a curtainthe slow fade of the night i’d have rather watched the slow dawn from the preshow dark in the theatrewe watched the slow daybreak go up the plain as a stage revealeda set furnishedacross with chevaux de frise 1 with a few trees their historiestheir futures in… Continue reading
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yard dog
yard dogopen your eyesopen the full measure of sorrow that isthe touch of basset in youthat sorrow will neither increaseto your eyes norwhen you gallop up the driveway bark joyat the return of the car that carried awaythe bossman the wife the son the daughterwhen you run and leap the happy lab in youin circles… Continue reading
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all around us moonbeams spark
all around us moonbeams sparkoff cannons wheeled round the battlementslate window light by late window light behind us goes out the castle keep darkens up and goes slowly to sleepand now light unscriptedheaven’s light the light of helllight from the world that was and from the world that is to come light light in the… Continue reading
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in his voice i hear
in his voice i hearneither amazement nor fear as he glances again at that soul that ignites into the image of his previous kingit’s the same light he saw the night beforethere’s no funeral attendancein his attitude as he watches the specter move across the battlements like a torch that lights the bedchamber of the… Continue reading
About Me
I have a day.
