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Lingers now in peace upon the swollen tide,
ruby-throat fallen from sky in the last few hours. [...]

A half glass carafe,
a choice red ochre chalk,
a felt-blue paper  [...]

Ask if this showing will make a better weave. [...]

The way I talk is a result of the way I hear her I was told but it took how long to show up in cursive. [...]

Free verse and the prose poem may have emerged in revolt against the formality inhabiting French language but insofar as New York School poets write imitating the relaxed line that they have read they persuade us of their urbanity and their literariness.  [...]

pale blue white haze in front of the vertical

plane of the ridge in window on left, sunlit

orange flower on green passion-vine covered

fence in right foreground  [...]

shored up inside still
they speak liturgies over
this valley’s grid [...]

“… and then I died and went to France.”
Thus, the story of your life wrapped up and pensive. [...]

Play your hand, Madame.
      Black stripe down
your dress, keyhole slit,
      door to a dark room.  [...]

I first drew shoes on an animal a long long time ago. [...]

Because its material substratum remains transcendental
the freedom of the subject, which the transcendental is designed to rejuvenate,
allows us to inhale and exhale refreshing drafts just as we approach the summit. [...]

It drew in my eyes, a slab, on it a huge white fish
just landed, or beached, a beluga, intact, naked  [...]

you               absent in

                              every thing



    the deep vermilion
                  figures
              pattern of

    your shadow [...]