Why I Need the Birds

When I hear them callin the morning, beforeI am quite awake,my bed is already travelingthe daily rainbow,the arc toward evening;and the birds, leadingtheir own discreet livesof hunger and watchfulness,are with me all the way,always a little ahead of mein the...

I taste a liquor never brewed

I taste a liquor never brewed –From Tankards scooped in Pearl –Not all the Vats upon the RhineYield such an Alcohol!Inebriate of Air — am I –And Debauchee of Dew –Reeling — thro endless summer days –From inns of Molten Blue...

The Secret Rose

Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,Enfold me in my hour of hours; where thoseWho sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stirAnd tumult of defeated dreams; and deepAmong pale eyelids, heavy with the sleepMen have named beauty. Thy...

The Silence Afterwards

Try to be done nowwith deliberately provocative actions and sales statistics,brunches and gas ovens,be done with fashion shows and horoscopes,military parades, architectural contests, and the rows of triple traffic lights.Come through all that and be throughwith...