Editing (Karl Shapiro Poems)
Next to my office where I edit poems ("Can poems be edited?") there is the Chicago Models club. All day ...
Next to my office where I edit poems ("Can poems be edited?") there is the Chicago Models club. All day ...
Out of lemon flowersloosedon the moonlight, love'slashed and insatiableessences,sodden with fragrance,the lemon tree's yellowemerges,the lemonsmove downfrom the tree's planetariumDelicate merchandise!The ...
For the mind that masters view the emptiness dawnsIn the content seen not even an atom existsA seer and seen ...
O this air, intoxicated with sedition,On the black square of the Kremlin.The agitators rock the teetering world .It smells of ...
Golden dawn and shivering evening find our brig lying by oppositethis villa and its dependencies which form a promontory as ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
for Greg Fallon A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window. I don't think anyone notices the afternoon ...
Sneakers on wires, trash in trees urban ornaments overhead drawing eyes upward away from the litter, the flotsam and jetsam ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
I MET a Seer, Passing the hues and objects of the world, The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, ...
THERE was a child went forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And ...
CITY of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the beautiful, sharp-bow'd steam-ships and sail-ships!) City of ...
Mad Maria in the Square Sits upon a wicker chair. When the keeper asks the price Mad Maria counts her ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow ...
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