As soon as Fred gets out of bed， his underwear goes on his head. His mother laughs， "Don't put it there， a head's no place for underwear！...
Age moves in the hound As it was in me moving Through forest I found As to dog I went That year scrounging Through Manhattan The wood opened out， Unli...
Twice or thrice had I loved thee， Before I knew thy face or name； So in a voice， so in a shapeless flame， Angels affect us oft， and worshipped be； Sti...
As I walked out one evening， Walking down Bristol Street， The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I ...
Thirty-five hundred feet above the earth， I said goodbye to the heartland with its musk of animals and alfalfa， to the Coralville Reservoir and its wo...
Alabanza. Praise the cook with the shaven head and a tattoo on his shoulder that said Oye， a blue-eyed Puerto Rican with people from Fajardo， the harb...
Burning， he walks in the stream of flickering letters， clarinets， machines throbbing quicker than the heart， lopped-off heads， silk canvases， and he s...
I felt a Funeral， in my Brain， And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all w...
I cannot live with You - It would be Life - And Life is over there - Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to - Putting up Our Life - His Porcelai...
I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born. I have a mother， a house with many windows， brothers， friends， and a prison cell...