Conscription Camp (Karl Shapiro Poems)
Your landscape sickens with a dry diseaseEven in May, Virginia, and your sweet pinesLike Frenchmen runted in a hundred warsAre ...
Your landscape sickens with a dry diseaseEven in May, Virginia, and your sweet pinesLike Frenchmen runted in a hundred warsAre ...
I am an atheist who says his prayers.I am an anarchist, and a full professor at that. I take the ...
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?The man behind the book may not be man,His own man or ...
Mail-day, and over the world in a thousand drag-nets The bundles of letters are dumped on the docks and beaches, And all ...
O hideous little bat, the size of snot,With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes,To populate the stinking cat you walkThe promontory ...
To hurt the Negro and avoid the JewIs the curriculum. In mid-SeptemberThe entering boys, identified by hats,Wander in a maze ...
With focus sharp as Flemish-painted faceIn film of varnish brightly fixedAnd through a polished hand-lens deeply seen,Sunday at noon through ...
It stops the town we come through. Workers raiseTheir oily arms in good salute and grin.Kids scream as at a ...
It is winter in California, and outsideIs like the interior of a florist shop:A chilled and moisture-laden cropOf pink camellias ...
Next to my office where I edit poems ("Can poems be edited?") there is the Chicago Models club. All day ...
The gates clanged and they walked you into jailMore tense than felons but relieved to findThe hostile world shut out, ...
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spineAnd a keel as steel as a root ...
The bugle sounds the measured call to prayers, The band starts bravely with a clarion hymn, From every side, singly, in groups, ...
The letters of the Jews as strict as flamesOr little terrible flowers leanStubbornly upwards through the perfect ages,Singing through solid ...
Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white,And soon down ladders of reflected lightThe sleepers climb in silence. GraduallyThey ...
What shall I teach in the vivid afternoonWith the sun warming the blackboard and a slipOf cloud catching my eye?Only ...
That note comes clear, like water running clear,Then the next higher note, and up and upAnd more and more, with ...
In the mid-city, under an oiled sky, I lay in a garden of such dusky green It seemed the dregs ...
The beauty of manhole covers--what of that? Like medals struck by a great savage khan, Like Mayan calendar stones, unliftable, ...
Save for a lusterless honing-stone of moon The sky stretches its flawless canopy Blue as the blue silk of the ...
Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white, And soon down ladders of reflected light The sleepers climb in ...
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