Vast Love
O I feel so free now All the doors are open & all the birds I can hear from here are open too!
O I feel so free now All the doors are open & all the birds I can hear from here are open too!
In 1593 Calingicus Wrote a tract on the mortality of birds. I do not desire to point out how much error Traces his diagrammatic sureness, only To say he saw the species at a new angle, Being somehow reminded in their motion Not of the dilated freedom we live in But of the tight chain…
An open shell, Two bone breasts In my sand hand. You next to me, Lobster red, Wild-eyed, embarrassed, Your claws empty, Our minds picked clean by the sun. And the next day our boat went down, Gulls laughing like tourists. Friends, old spongers, dropped by, Lead-headed divers, Squat gas pumps, worry Spinning in their amber…
(for Larry Eigner of Lynn) outside the window the Japanese pine is bentheavy w/snow & the yellow commune-house looks lk/somewherelse here in #2 i’m sackedout on the offthesidewalk couch brought from the old house & the house before. it’s quiet. the Salvation Army is quiet even on Sunday, the heads in the…
I Today the idea of writing poetry is generally an absurdity. Too many of us must come home from a day's routine labor before we can sit down to think and/or feel poetry within us. Flashes come and go during the working day and it is possible we see the world constantly through our poetic…
My hand falling As if to reach under it. My black thumb, black tongue, Tasting the tear of the moth wing. The milk skim of my eye torn, The thorned leg of the locust Probing the pin of oil, My last seeing. Knees unbending Like the last wave of ocean, Sheet of sky settling. A…
And so was I, the camera, instructed to pan the island’s landscape, to zoom toward its capitol city. My body snapped, reclattered and shuttered to the rapid rhythm of spent flash bulbs which left purple wisps of (MGM Exploits Standard Fruit) glassy smoke across the skies of the Northern Province. Typhoid babies sucked death while…
EDITORIAL BOARD Coordinating Editors: DeWitt Henry Peter O'Malley Editorial Staff: George Kimball Andrew Littauer Kip Crosby Bruce Bennett Steven Sands Norman Klein Art Director: David Omar White Business Manager: Tom Hargadon CONTRIBUTORS From Outside U.S.A. HUGH MAXTON has a book of poems published by Macmillan Co., attended Wesley College, Dublin, went on to Trinity College…
It is unmanly to be gorging a hot fudge sundae, nuts and whipped cream in the afternoon. There are only women here with their shopping. Worse than sleeping late getting up after your wife has left for work. Yesterday I recognized myself coming out of a double feature into the sunlight.
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