Sonnets for Dancer XXXII
Daring to speak, wanting to sneak in two words, yet without relief they come like fire into…
Daring to speak, wanting to sneak in two words, yet without relief they come like fire into…
If blank verse well-travelled, then the puritans’ words would be holding us today instead of the modernists’…
Why do we poke at the evening with light? Still why does it seem that the dusk…
If I were to recall those burning pains, it shrinks from me who provided the heat, how…
What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I…
If summer origin’d but one simple sin, like cold water in the morning shower does the gross…
You ride me like Neruda wrote tunes: And because love battles, I’d saddle you. And because love…
To be vulnerable is to ask for contest, beg for Violence with its mate, Death, …
No words tonight– quiet, no sound, no light, nowhere bound, come with me–step light without ground. Wet,…
Agnyte, like yellowing eyes half- shut-up with jaundiced doubt, I turn back to you as one waif…