Poetry

Give them my regards when you go to the school reunion; and at the marriage-supper, say that I'm thinking of them. They'll remember my name; I went to the movies with that one, feeling the weight of their death where she sat at my elbow; she never said a word, but all of them were heard. All of them alike, expensive girls, the leaden friends: one used to play the piano, one of them once wrote a sonnet, one even seemed awakened enough to photograph wheatfields- the dull girls with the educated minds and technical passions- pure love was their [...]

Originally published in Con Spirito 2.1 (Nov. 1933), p. 2. Archives and Special Collections, Vassar College Library Dither and amble and twitter at the brink of time whispering fragments of a century sliding among a thousand ghosts of meaning nudging an emotion for the reason of a rhyme impaling logic’s strict velocity. Mr. Panfilo sits and grins absorbed beyond hope in his own grinning-- collapsing in attempts to make an end to his idea’s beginning. The hall is blanched, engrossed in a stupendous boredom. The audience crumbles in cerebral whoredom, devoted lustfully to a conceit’s expansion, to an obscure line’s [...]

Originally published in The Gates (1976) For John Cage It was like everything else, like everything-- nothing at all like what they say it is. The petals of iris were slightly cinnamon, a smooth beard in the mouth transforming to strong drink, light violet turning purple in the throat and flashed and went deep red burning and burning. Well, no, more an extreme warmth, but we thought of burning, we thought of poisons, we thought of the closing of the throat forever, of dying, of the end of song. We were doing it, you understand, for the first time. You [...]

Originally published in Beast in View (1944) The world is full of loss; bring, wind, my love, My home is where we make our meeting-place, And love whatever I shall touch and read Within that face. Lift, wind, my exile from my eyes; Peace to look, life to listen and confess, Freedom to find to find to find That nakedness.

Originally published in Breaking Open (1973) From you I learned the dark potential theatres of the acts of man holding on a rehearsal stage people and light. You in your red hair ran down the darkened aisle, making documents and poems in their people form the play. Hallie it was from you I learned this: you told the company in dress-rehearsal in that ultimate equipped buildingwhat they lacked: among the lighting, the sight-lines, the acoustics, the perfect revolving stage, they lacked only one thing the most important thing.It would come tonight: The audiencethe response Hallie I learned from you this [...]