Cabezón
I see you shuffle up Washington Street
whenever I am driving much too fast:
you, chub & bug-eyed, jaw like a loaf
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Carmel Highlands
Below the gardens and the darkening pines
The living water sinks among the stones,
Sinking yet foaming till the snowy tones . . .
Carmel Point
The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses—
How beautiful when we first beheld it, . . .
Carnival
The mask that burns like a violin, the mask
that sings only dead languages, that loves
the destruction of being put on. The mask . . .
Catch a Little Rhyme
Once upon a time
I caught a little rhyme
. . .
A Certain Kind of Eden
It seems like you could, but
you can’t go back and pull
the roots and runners and replant.
It’s all too deep for that. . . .
Childhood
When I was a child I knew red miners
dressed raggedly and wearing carbide lamps.
I saw them come down red hills to their camps . . .
Childhood’s Retreat
It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree
out of blue sky the wind
sings loudest surrounding me. . . .
The Chimney Sweeper: A little black thing among the snow
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? say?"
. . .
The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"
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