All Poems
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girls coming home in their cars
© Charles Bukowski
the girls are coming home in their cars
and I sit by the window and
watch.
The Mirror
© Robert Creeley
Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,these persistent, inexorable deaths
make faith as such absent,our humanness a question,
a disgust for what we are.Whatever the hope,
Myself
© Robert Creeley
What, younger, felt
was possible, now knows
is not - but still
not chanted enough -
Water Music
© Robert Creeley
The words are a beautiful music.
The words bounce like in water.Water music,
loud in the clearingoff the boats,
birds, leaves.They look for a place
Ballad Of The Despairing Husband
© Robert Creeley
My wife and I lived all alone,
contention was our only bone.
I fought with her, she fought with me,
and things went on right merrily.
A Form Of Women
© Robert Creeley
I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door
Age
© Robert Creeley
Most explicit--
the sense of trapas a narrowing
cone one's gotstuck into and
any movementforward simply
America
© Robert Creeley
America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.Let the sun shine again
on the four corners of the worldyou thought of first but do not
own, or keep like a convenience.People are your own word, you
The Rain
© Robert Creeley
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.
Goodbye
© Robert Creeley
She stood at the window. There was
a sound, a light.
She stood at the window. A face.
The Book of Urizen: Chapter IV
© William Blake
5. He watch'd in shuddring fear
The dark changes & bound every change
With rivets of iron & brass;
The Book of Urizen: Chapter III
© William Blake
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage
Emerge from the darkness; his hand
On the rock of eternity unclasping
The Book of brass. Rage siez'd the strong
The Book of Urizen: Chapter VI
© William Blake
1. But Los saw the Female & pitied
He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd
In perverse and cruel delight
She fled from his arms, yet he followd
Preludium to Europe
© William Blake
The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc,
Her snaky hair brandishing in the winds of Enitharmon;
And thus her voice arose:
The Book of Urizen: Chapter II
© William Blake
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction
The will of the Immortal expanded
Or contracted his all flexible senses.
Death was not, but eternal life sprung
The Book of Urizen: Chapter IX
© William Blake
3. Six days they shrunk up from existence
And on the seventh day they rested
And they bless'd the seventh day, in sick hope:
And forgot their eternal life
