Poems by Anne Waldman
Number Song
... My heart's in 2, half to him & half ...
Revolution
... For the winner is someone we recognize out of our collective past ...
Giant Night
... Other religions and customs will prevail in their own separate ways ...
A Phonecall from Frank O’Hara
... “That all these dyings may be life in death&rdquo ...
Scallop Song
... I sing this into a scallop shell with face of a pearl ...
Cabin
... motion as bluebird we observe over meadow or caught ...
Makeup on Empty Space
... when you look most like a bird, that is the time to come around to it ...
The Lie
... The separation is you plus me plus what we make ...
Philosophia Perennis
... I and I and I and I and I and I, infinitely reversible ...
