January 24

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2. January 2 The old war is over the new one has begun Between drivers and pedestrians on a Friday In New York […]...
3. Gray Room Although you sit in a room that is gray, Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your […]...
4. Dark August So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky Of this black August. My sister, the sun, Broods in […]...
5. On Broadway About me young careless feet Linger along the garish street; Above, a hundred shouting signs Shed down their bright fantastic […]...
6. June Dreams, In January “So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With […]...
7. January 3 The shrink says, “Everything depends On how many stuffed animals you had As a boy,” and my mother tells me […]...
8. January 31 Nothing extends a phone Call more effectively than Saying you’re on your way out But she wants to tell you […]...
9. January 1 Some people confuse inspiration with lightning Not me I know it comes from the lungs and air You breathe it […]...
10. Dream Song 16: Henry's pelt was put on sundry walls Henry’s pelt was put on sundry walls Where it did much resemble Henry and Them persons was delighted. Especially his […]...
11. Our Friendship (January 14) We have a name for it In the South: Asshole buddies. It means we’ve known Each other so long It […]...
12. KINDERGARTEN PORTRAIT OF MY MOTHER AT MARDI GRAS She looks rather pathetic, really, Leaning against the black air, The three mangled fingers of her left hand Clutching a […]...
13. Autumn Movement I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the […]...
14. The Exorcists And I solemnly swear On the chill of secrecy That I know you not, this room never, The swollen dress […]...
15. A Rhyme About an Electrical Advertising Sign I LOOK on the specious electrical light Blatant, mechanical, crawling and white, Wickedly red or malignantly green Like the beads […]...
16. In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markiewicz The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a […]...
17. Her Lips Are Copper Wire whisper of yellow globes Gleaming on lamp-posts that sway Like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog And let your breath […]...
18. The Autopsy In a back room a man is performing an autopsy On an old raincoat. His wife appears in the doorway […]...
19. In January Only one cell in the frozen hive of night Is lit, or so it seems to us: This Vietnamese café, […]...
20. Ode Written On The First Of January Come melancholy Moralizer come! Gather with me the dark and wintry wreath; With me engarland now The SEPULCHRE OF TIME! […]...
21. January, 1795 Pavement slipp’ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty […]...
22. Restless Night As bamboo chill drifts into the bedroom, Moonlight fills every corner of our Garden. Heavy dew beads and trickles. Stars […]...
23. January 1939 Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires, Shall the blind horse sing sweeter? Convenient bird and beast lie lodged […]...
24. Loch Ness Beautiful Loch Ness, The truth to express, Your landscapes are lovely and gay, Along each side of your waters, to […]...
25. The house where I was born (05) In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved […]...
26. Orchard Trees, January It’s not the case, though some might wish it so Who from a window watch the blizzard blow White riot […]...
27. A Calendar of Sonnets: January O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think […]...
28. Bridal Ballad The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satin and jewels grand Are all at […]...
29. The Window All night long, by a distant bell, The passing hours were notched On the dark, while her breathing rose and […]...
30. Time Stands Still over Govandi Station A kite flutters, On a high tension wire – Against a stark blue sky. Beggar and old mother huddle On […]...
31. Eleventh Hour The bloom was off the economic recovery. “I just want to know one thing,” she said. What was that one […]...
32. The Waking I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn […]...
33. The Tale of Custard the Dragon Belinda lived in a little white house, With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse, And a little […]...
34. Filling Station Oh, but it is dirty! this little filling station, Oil-soaked, oil-permeated To a disturbing, over-all Black translucency. Be careful with […]...
35. Refrigerator, 1957 More like a vault you pull the handle out And on the shelves: not a lot, And what there is […]...
36. Nightclub You are so beautiful and I am a fool To be in love with you Is a theme that keeps […]...
37. Father And Child She hears me strike the board and say That she is under ban Of all good men and women, Being […]...
38. Robinson The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His act is over. The world is a gray world, Not without […]...
39. A Bushman's Song I’M travellin’ down the Castlereagh, and I’m a station hand, I’m handy with the ropin’ pole, I’m handy with the […]...
40. In falling Timbers buried In falling Timbers buried There breathed a Man Outside the spades were plying The Lungs within Could He know they […]...