THERE HAS GOT TO BE A LOVE
There has got to be a love Which doesn’t need poetry and kisses, Which doesn’t need that which a lover intent on love In sadness and misery desperately misses. There has got to be a love Which doesn’t...
View ArticleIF THERE WERE NOT SO MUCH POETRY
If there were not so much poetry In people, just the way they are, In melodies, creeping along in the dark, In moon rises. Or there. That small star. If there were not so much poetry, Here, in these...
View ArticleSHE HAS INFINITE BEAUTY
She has infinite beauty, but how will it be caught? Will it be found in the places it is sought? No, those are pictures. Any painter might be taught To paint the past. But look how her beauty fought...
View ArticleEVERYTHING LIFTS
Everything dies: Not only dreams of dreams And you and me, But love in the blood, And its ally, gravity. Why don’t we dive To the bottom of the sea? This is where the mist begins Before it disperses...
View ArticleFREE AT LAST
Unable to intimately love. Afraid to fight and shove. Many have settled for this: The abstract warmth of politics. Gather yourself into blocks Which vote. I rooted for the Red Sox— And my family grew....
View ArticleFOR MARIA
Maria, if life is fragile, illusory, And devoid of meaning, So that even “Maria” is only a word, Remember death is also meaningless And just as absurd. Maria, this thought Will make you less afraid Of...
View ArticleACCORDING TO OUR MEMORY
According to our memory, everyone is dead. Do you know how many deaths live inside your head? It doesn’t take long to forget Who someone is when we get upset. We no longer remember The good things...
View ArticleMOVIES AND SONGS DO NOT CONTINUE
Movies and songs do not continue But life does. Compared to you, Rosalinda, Entertainment never was. Dreams can bring awkward feelings And actors’ emotions can make it seem The vivid imagery of a...
View ArticleWE CAN SO EASILY BE INSULTED
We can so easily be insulted That when we laugh, and don’t care, It doesn’t matter. Later, we will still wonder Whether we’ve been insulted. We can be insulted if we feel Someone else has been...
View ArticleTHE MOON KEEPS SHOWING UP
The moon keeps showing up Like a scholar of ancient music. A theme uniting Renaissance and Baroque Is more ubiquitous than we think, she thinks. The moon shows up often When obscure poets are...
View ArticleI’M AFRAID
I’m afraid my poetry will be too fearful And will be laughed at by those who love A smash and a laugh. I fear my fear is not sincere enough For those who are fearful and want to love. I fear my fears...
View ArticlePITCHING, PITCHING, PITCHING. SEPTEMBER DIVISION RACES
Rally for the Beijing Waves—Mao’s team is tied for first in the Peoples Division with 10 games to go. MODERN DIVISION—UNIVERSE HAS THE EDGE! Universe 77 67 Manager Billy Beane Harriet Beecher Stowe...
View ArticleTHE PHILOSOPHY OF MY LOVE
The philosophy of my love Cannot be used when I love. It is the manner of all lovers To leave behind philosophy, To forget all learning, and when They are most angry, kiss. Still, I thought to use my...
View ArticleSEPTEMBER LEADERS
HOME RUNS Yeats currently leads; he plays for the last-place Pistols in the Glorious division. The truth is, pitching wins titles, not home runs, though America’s love affair with the home run is...
View ArticleSHALL I PUT THE MEANING OF THIS POEM IN THE TITLE
Shall I put the meaning of this poem In the title? I shall not. It will not need that. As we look at the same wall we will look At the same spot. This poem is on paradise And, deserving its praise,...
View ArticleYOU ALWAYS WONDER
You always wonder Why those two are married— And why you and I, Who love all the same things, Don’t even say hello. The self hates And loves. Cooperation Doesn’t care about these things. The most...
View ArticleANCIENT RELIGIOUS POEM IN THREE PARTS
With crazy sex, the number of babies grew— This is what the god of life knew. This is why birth in the flesh is what the god decries. There will be less babies. But not one of them dies. The darkness...
View ArticleYOU WONDER WHY THE CANDIDATE YOU HATE WILL WIN
The reason is the poor, and their pride. They want the poetry—not, a poetry. When you need to work, there is no place to hide. A poet, lazily dreaming, is no longer poor; the poor Are employed in...
View ArticleDECEPTION
If only life were simple, And men were dogs and women, cats, And every priest was wrong. But the gods do not like simple things. You and I do not deceive in unique ways. We do not deceive at all. We...
View ArticleTHE GOOD
People are good—even people we profoundly disagree with, but good is not the same as the ‘The Good.’ People can be ‘good,’ but lack an understanding about one aspect of a certain issue, and so they...
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