Prevailing Winds (Lee Anderson2 Poems)
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
First letter:ADELAIDEYou have come alone. The thick fog of Adelaide Harborsmells of tar and poppies. The peculiar yellow sunof an ...
(IV of V)(for jazz orchestra)IVIt was the fourth of April, nineteen hundred and sixty-eight,A spring evening in a grey neighborhood, ...
Saturday morning in late March.I was alone and took a long walk,though I also carried a bookof the Alone, which ...
What a boom! boom!Sounds among the honeysuckles!Saying, "Room! room!Hold your breath and mind your knuckles!"And a fairy birdling brightFlits like ...
The world is covered with cradlesthat sing in the night.Man lives accumulating blocks of stonefor the houses of the future ...
An American girl of twentyShould reach Egypt,Forgetting the advice from the Titanic,Asleep on the bottom, gloomier than the crypt.In America ...
Harold Lloyd is hanging from one of the skyscrapers01-345 78910pig him out02-567 91050from the mouth of the graveMCMLXXVIII (Ivan Blatny)
I'm delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows of Lower East SideDelighted by skyscrapers rising ...
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in whiteThe ...
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
There is Bukashkin, our neighbor, in underpants of blotting paper, and, like balloons, the Antiworlds hang up above him in ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward work in fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur. The shop ...
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