Much Madness is divinest Sense - (620)
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness - . . .
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mulberry fields
they thought the field was wasting
and so they gathered the marker rocks and stones and
piled them into a barn they say that the rocks were shaped . . .
Musical Moment
Always the caravan of sound made us halt
to admire the swinging and the swift go-by
of beasts with enormous hooves and heads . . .
The Man with the Hoe
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face, . . .
The Man with Night Sweats
I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue, . . .
My Brother, the Artist, at Seven
As a boy he played alone in the fields
behind our block, six frame houses
holding six immigrant families, . . .
My Father in the Night Commanding No
My father in the night commanding No
Has work to do. Smoke issues from his lips;
He reads in silence. . . .
My Grandmother’s Love Letters
There are no stars tonight
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is . . .
[My mother saw the green tree toad]
My mother saw the green tree toad
on the window sill
her first one . . .
My Papa’s Waltz
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death: . . .
