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I WOULD LOVE YOU
I would love you in your house by the sea. I would love you and you would love me. We would dine on a meal I cooked. And then we would kiss, after we looked. We would have wine, but not too much,...
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WHEN I SWIM
When I swim in the sea, Holding me up, thinking the water is me, I do not fear drowning. I have no fears at all, Living, being so big, I, being so small. I am exactly the sea. The sea is exactly me....
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TO STUDY POETRY IS TO STUDY NOTHING
We are wise, we know advanced physics, by what the poet Wordsworth said: The living flower is you; the examined flower is dead. The words of the poem could be said to disappoint, but this isn’t quite...
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BEAUTY IS A WORD
Beauty is just a word we use to describe women. Imams use beauty to mean temptation which should be hidden away, But those who love beauty say why should we hide it away? As soon as we mention beauty...
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THE CHESS LESSON
These are your men. Since I love you, I can’t give this lesson again. Couples retain pride No matter how much they confide. I will show you the moves As decorously as sensitivity loves. I am white. I...
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WE DON’T KNOW THE COLOR OF THE MOON
We don’t know the color of the moon. I’ve seen her dreaming yellow in the beginning of the evening As if she were the sun. I’ve seen her sad, mute and blue in the morning In love: O what have I done?...
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EVERYTHING CHANGES YOU
Everything changes you as you listen to it, Whether the music is good or bad. A music or a speech has something going for it Even if it makes no sense, and drives you mad. Madness improves the...
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I HAD THE BEST TIME
I had the best time of my life an hour ago— But this elevator is dark and slow. She sleeps a pleasant sleep. I’m not sure who to call— Now it seems the elevator isn’t moving at all. I entered the...
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TOO MUCH LOVING, TOO MUCH POETRY
Too much loving, too much poetry Has consumed my days. We don’t want to be free. We want to be trapped by love. We want to hear poetry by the sea. But today I do want to be free, I want one ordinary...
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MAYBE THIS TIME
Maybe this time my love will be About this poem, instead of this Poem being about my love. Poetry Can do two things; first, find bliss In how the poet manages to convey What anyone in love would like...
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THE POETRY MACHINE
The machine can do many things And the poets are frankly scared that the machine, Stocked with “tears, stars, berries, woods,” Can now write poems And can say, with just the right anger, “I hate...
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THE WORLD UNCLOTHED
The secret society met secretly, Their stupidity to hide. The vow to be secret, the only Accomplishment inside. A secret isn’t worthy Unless the ivy covered wall Of its secrecy remains silent, and...
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IT’S HARD TO TELL
It’s hard to tell if temperamental, nasty shits Are bossed around because they are shits Or they are shits because they are bossed around. The successful appear benign When there is plenty of wine....
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WOMEN CRAZED
Women, crazed, because of the polyamorous nature of men, Reject the good man over and over again; Monogamy and monotheism are a prison and a bore, O heart, you feel cheated. O heart, tender heart, you...
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HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT YOU NEED TO SEE
Have you seen what you need to see? No. Because you haven’t seen me. Astronomers will tell you what revolves around what, And if the center is expanding outward, Or if “outward” is the proper word,...
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I RUN TO REVISION, MY GOD
I was mad when I wrote that poem, And I wrote it too fast. But since I still love you, I wander happily back to its past. I read myself because I love myself, And I still love you, my precious...
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CALL ME LAST (A SCARRIET SONG)
Call the ones who want to play, The ones who pine for you all day, The ones who ruin you fast. The annoying ones. Call me last. I’ve studied lessons of love pretty well. If I love you, I won’t tell....
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GREAT INTIMACY WITHOUT WORDS
My piano! Like Satie I pressed you Into sounds a moaning lover makes, Where harmony needs only a sigh. We had to talk to reach that place Where: Talk, can you go? Kissing makes no mistakes. To kiss,...
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AS SUNG BY MORRISSEY
We left that stuffy place, Where we climbed footstools to reach high canopied beds; The Cavendish history was all around, in an over-decorated, lovely room. Today the famous duchess is a movie...
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, USA
“Rap isn’t music. Music is infinite. Language is not.” —Jerry Garcia “I had a terrible time. Nobody gets loose. They’re too cerebral” —Janis Joplin, on her European tour “Horrible” —Mick Jagger...
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