Poems by Lew Welch
The image, as in a Hexagram:
... The hermit locks his door against the blizzard ...
Wobbly Rock
... 3. I have been in many shapes before I attained congenial form ...
Chicago Poem
... Here and there, the feeding rings of fish were visible a hundred ...
Springtime in the Rockies, Lichen
... These are the stamps of the final envelope ...
[I Saw Myself]
... I saw myself a ring of bone ...
Circle Poems
... When he was 20, he understood some of the secrets of ...
Not yet 40, my beard is already white.
... and when the afternoon breeze comes upI'll sleep until I see the moon ...
Dear Joanne
... Dear Joanne,Last night Magda dreamed that she, ...
Taxi Suite (excerpt: 1. After Anacreon)
... all may command me, yet I am in command of all who doWhen I drive cab ...
