The alpha You. The omega You. My grandmother‘s ghost， its girlish snafu Basking in the waters of urgency. But I want the coolness of snow. I wan...
I am much too alone in this world， yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour. I am much too small in this world， yet not small enough to be to...
I am the people——the mob——the crowd——the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me...
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...
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 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...
Burning， he walks in the stream of flickering letters， clarinets， machines throbbing quicker than the heart， lopped-off heads， silk canvases， and he s...
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...
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...
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 ...