-
Marianne Boruch
from Ghost and Oar
Past sixty and pounds over, she
jumped from the boat, suddenly bigger
than her life. Perhaps you were her sister
shocked, who turned away. Because
she stripped off everything, descending--
a goddess, no, a god--in that bright
lagoon where shade made deeper pools,
lake a further noise past those islands.
The truth is ( Read more... ) -
John Berryman
I'm reading my book backward. It sounds odd ( Read more... ) -
John Berryman
Great flaming God, bend to my troubles, dear ( Read more... ) -
John Berryman
Old codger Henry contain within hisself
Henry young, Henry almost beautiful
Henry the seducer
Henry the mad young artist, with no interest in pelf
whereas now he takes steps to keep both his bank accounts full
just like: you, Sir!
Henry could never put up with litter.
Litter grew on him as he grew, until
you couldn't see his tables
or the damned ( Read more... ) -
Nate Slawson
YOU ARE SAXOPHONE
is not yr soul
a tiny jukebox,
a pain in yr heart
sprung from the
blues, & which,
when I cup my
hand to yr chest,
be like thunder-
ous rain, like
wasps in a coffee
can, & thou
nettles & dry river-
bed, thou sermon
( Read more... ) -
John Berryman
Sonnet 19
You sailed in sky-high, with your speech askew
But marvellous, and talked like mad for hours,
Slamming and blessing; you transported us,
I'd never heard you talk so, and I knew --
Humbler and more proud -- you each time undo
My kitcat but to cram it with these powers
You bare and bury; suddenly, late then, as
Your best 'burnt offering' took me ( Read more... )