Townie

Your fear of corruption is a fear of thought, / Therefore you would be thoughtless. Think again.

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Poetry

I, too, like it / more than many other things. // The way it enters / without knocking and is there.

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Clearing

It was when I walked lost/ in the burn and rust/ of late October that I turned/ near dusk toward the leaf-screened/ light of a green clearing in the trees.

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The Dark Waters

Her first high yelp was thin and clear as the air itself, its tenuous and diminishing echoes sounding out the coves and hollows, trebling to a high ring like the last fading note of a chime glass.

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Moishe's Horse

How could a poor man salvage / From Castle Privilege // Orts and scraps of excess / With a dead horse in harness?

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Revelation

The doctor’s waiting room, which was very small, was almost full when the Turpins entered and Mrs. Turpin, who was very large, made it look even smaller by her presence…

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Danzig 1932

All I have of the last visit to Germany, / my father keen to show his New World bride, / is this photo: a sleek lad and his father…

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The Loon's Cry

The red, the blue, the argent queen. If not, / What subtlety would apparition have? / In flat appearance we should be and be, / Except for delicate clinkings not explained.

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The Riddle

You contemplate the package but don't open it. / You aren't frightened. You are simply postponing / the pleasure of opening it.

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The Return

The deed took all my heart. / I did not think of you, / Not till the thing was done. / I put my sword away, / And then no more the cold / And perfect fury ran / Along my narrow bones…

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A Sentimental Delusion

When our hands touched, my darling, suddenly I heard / the ticking of tinny tales, and the only words \ left in the room were ours. I looked, and the hard \ lights of twelve new machines turned on me and stared.

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Listening to the Earth

We’d heard the prophets speak, / knew well their eloquent thunder, the split stone / and urgent whirlwind of their voice and word…

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The Catch

I, in my chair, make shift to say / Some bright, discerning thing, and fail, / Proving once more the blindness of the male. / Annoyed, she stalks away

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The Coblins

Beyond the age of twelve, we were farmed out in the summer by the old woman to get a taste of life and the rudiments of earning. Even before, she had found something for me to do.

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Departure of the Ghost

At this joint between two worlds and two entirely / Incompatible modes of time, the raw material / Of our meat-and-potato thoughts assumes the nimbus / Of ambrosial revelation. And so departs.

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Description Without Place

The red, the blue, the argent queen. If not, / What subtlety would apparition have? / In flat appearance we should be and be, / Except for delicate clinkings not explained.

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Expansion and the Philosophy of Power

Within the realm of economics, expansion was a good word because the growth of industrial capacity as it had been brought about through the industrial revolution was a working reality.

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The Legend of the One-Eyed Man

Like Oedipus I am losing my sight. / Like Judas I have done my wrong. / Their punishment is over; / the shame and disgrace of it / are all used up. / But as for me, / look into my face / and you will know that crimes dropped upon me . . .

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