Weeping
Weeping,
I go down the street
Grotesque, without solution
With the sadness of Cyrano
And Quixote.
Redeeming
Infinite impossiblities
With the rhythm of the clock.
(The captive voice, far away.
Put on a cricket’ clothes.)





Related poetry:
- The Weeping I have shut my windows. I do not want to hear the weeping. But from behind the grey walls. Nothing […]...
- The Little Mute Boy The litle boy was looking for his voice. (The King of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water […]...
- At Weeping Face WHAT weeping face is that looking from the window? Why does it stream those sorrowful tears? Is it for some […]...
- 'Twas later when the summer went ‘Twas later when the summer went Than when the Cricket came And yet we knew that gentle Clock Meant nought […]...
- Saddest Poem I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, And the […]...
- A Valediction: Of Weeping Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy […]...
- The Weeping Babe She kneels by the cradle Where Jesus doth lie; Singing, Lullaby, my Baby! But why dost Thou cry? The babes […]...
- Nature the Gentlest Mother is Nature the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child The feeblest or the waywardest Her Admonition mild In Forest and […]...
- Tonight I Can Write Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, ‘The night is starry And the stars are blue and […]...
- Empty Room The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax. The clock’s voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats. The clock insists: a lecturer demonstrating, […]...
- To a Poet There is a lovely noise about your name, Above the shoutings of the city clear, More than a moment’s merriment, […]...
- Acquainted With the Night I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain and back in rain. I have […]...
- The Junk Man I AM glad God saw Death And gave Death a job taking care of all who are tired Of living: […]...
- Admire their style I’m reading fellow poets’ blogs today, A sustaining source of entertainment; I admire their style without exciting comment Or resorting […]...
- A Door just opened on a street A Door just opened on a street I lost was passing by An instant’s Width of Warmth disclosed And Wealth […]...
- A Curse For A Nation I heard an angel speak last night, And he said ‘Write! Write a Nation’s curse for me, And send it […]...
- Tick-Tock Tick-tocking in my ear My dollar clock I hear. ‘Arise,’ it seems to say: ‘Behold another day To grasp the […]...
- Teaching XVIII Then said a teacher, “Speak to us of Teaching.” And he said: No man can reveal to you aught but […]...
- Ode To Modern Art Come on in and stay a while I’ll photograph you emerging from the revolving door Like Frank O’Hara dating the […]...
- Three Balls JABOWSKY’S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty three balls. When I passed the […]...
- The Jay his Castanet has struck The Jay his Castanet has struck Put on your muff for Winter The Tippet that ignores his voice Is impudent […]...
- TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING The pages of thy book I read, And as I closed each one, My heart, responding, ever said, “Servant of […]...
- Twelve O'Clock Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my Book all the morning. You […]...
- Tempest Tossed And Sore Afflicted TEMPEST tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care oppressed, Come to me, all ye that labour; come, and I […]...
- Artist's Life Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote, Mad with melody, rhythm rife From the very first to the final […]...
- The Soul's Superior instants The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her alone When friend and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn Or She Herself ascended […]...
- Song For The Severed Head In 'The King Of The Great Clock Tower' Saddle and ride, I heard a man say, Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea, What says the Clock in the […]...
- The Admirations and Contempts of time The Admirations and Contempts of time Show justest through an Open Tomb The Dying as it were a Height Reorganizes […]...
- Parting AS from our dream we died away Far off I felt the outer things; Your wind-blown tresses round me play, […]...
- Prelude They say that rhyme and rhythm are Outmoded now. I do not know, for I am far From high of […]...
- Music on Christmas Morning Music I love - but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse […]...
- Unlyric Love Song It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first: To offer you now at last my least […]...
- Onion Days MRS. GABRIELLE GIOVANNITTI comes along Peoria Street Every morning at nine o’clock With kindling wood piled on top of her […]...
- Willow And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. And the voice of man […]...
- The Potatoes' Dance (A Poem Game.) I “Down cellar,” said the cricket, “Down cellar,” said the cricket, “Down cellar,” said the cricket, “I […]...
- Preludes I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. […]...
- The Red Blaze is the Morning The Red Blaze is the Morning The Violet is Noon The Yellow Day is falling And after that is none […]...
- An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow The word goes round Repins, The murmur goes round Lorenzinis, At Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers, The […]...
- 291. Song-The Captive Ribband DEAR Myra, the captive ribband’s mine, ‘Twas all my faithful love could gain; And would you ask me to resign […]...
- At leisure is the Soul At leisure is the Soul That gets a Staggering Blow The Width of Life before it spreads Without a thing […]...