Lew Welch
I Saw Myself
I saw myself A ring of bone In the clear stream Of all of it And vowed Always to be open to it That all of it Might flow through And then heard “ring
Dear Joanne
Dear Joanne, Last night Magda dreamed that she, You, Jack, and I were driving around Italy. We parked in Florence and left Our dog to guard the car. She was worried because he Doesn’t
Taxi Suite (excerpt: 1. After Anacreon)
When I drive cab I am moved by strange whistles and wear a hat When I drive cab I am the hunter. My prey leaps out from where it Hid, beguiling me with gestures
Not yet 40, my beard is already white
Not yet 40, my beard is already white. Not yet awake, my eyes are puffy and red, Like a child who has cried too much. What is more disagreeable Than last night’s wine? I’ll
The image, as in a Hexagram
The image, as in a Hexagram: The hermit locks his door against the blizzard. He keeps the cabin warm. All winter long he sorts out all he has. What was well started shall be