Suddenly this defeat.This rain.The blues gone grayAnd the browns gone grayAnd yellowA terrible amber.In the cold streetsYour warm body.In whatever roomYour warm body.Among all the peopleYour absenceTh...
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboatcomes slowly out and then goes back is truly worthall the years of sorrow that are to come.
DuendeI can't remember her name.It's not as though I've been in bedwith that many women.The truth is I can't even rememberher face. I kind of know how strongher thighs were, and her beauty.But what I...
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite.
I had lived all of my youthful dreams, but I couldn't think of many adult ones. I finally realized that we don't have many dreams for adults because, historically, people have always died much younger...
Horses at Midnight Without a Moon Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.But there’s music in us. Hope is pushed downbut the angel flies up again taking us...
The heart is a foreign country whose language none of us is good at.
Imagine if suffering were real.Imagine if those old people were afraid of death.What if the midget or the girl with one armreally felt pain? Imagine how impossible it would beto live if some people we...
The Poles rode out from Warsaw against the German Tanks on horses. Rode knowing, in sunlight, with sabers, A magnitude of beauty that allows me no peace. And yet this poem would lessen that day. Quest...
Horses At Midnight Without A MoonOur heart wanders lost in the dark woods.Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.But there's music in us. Hope is pushed downbut the angel flies up again taking us w...
Poem For LauraNow come the bright prophets across my life. The solemn fl esh, the miracles, and the pain. Across the simple meadows of my heart,splendidly you come promising sorrow.And knowing, I bles...