The Tables Turned
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; . . .
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Tall Ambrosia
Among the signs of autumn I perceive
The Roman wormwood (called by learned men
Ambrosia elatior, food for gods,— . . .
Testimonial
Back when the earth was new
and heaven just a whisper,
back when the names of things . . .
That Country
This is about the women of that country
Sometimes they spoke in slogans
They said . . .
Their Bodies
That gaunt old man came first, his hair as white
As your scoured tables. Maybe you’ll recollect him
By the scars of steelmill burns on the backs of his hands, . . .
There’s been a Death, in the Opposite House
There’s been a Death, in the Opposite House,
As lately as Today —
I know it, by the numb look
. . .
These Poems, She Said
These poems, these poems,
these poems, she said, are poems
with no love in them. These are the poems of a man . . .
They are hostile nations
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In view of the fading animals . . .
They Feed They Lion
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter,
Out of black bean and wet slate bread,
Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar, . . .
They Flee From Me
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
. . .
