La Figlia che Piange
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair— . . .
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The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, . . .
The Lamb
It was a picture I had after the war.
A bombed English church. I was too young
to know the word English or war, . . .
The Last Laugh
‘O Jesus Christ! I’m hit,’ he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped—In vain! vain! vain!
. . .
Late Echo
Alone with our madness and favorite flower
We see that there really is nothing left to write about.
Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old things . . .
Late Summer
Before the moths have even appeared
to orbit around them, the streetlamps come on,
a long row of them glowing uselessly . . .
Layabout
Do nothing and everything will be done,
that's what Mr. Lao Tzu said, who walked
around talking 2,500 years ago and . . .
Lazy
I don’t say things I don’t want to say
or chew the fat with fat cats just because.
. . .
“oh antic God”
oh antic God
return to me
my mother in her thirties . . .
Learning to Love America
because it has no pure products
because the Pacific Ocean sweeps along the coastline . . .
