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Jack Spicer

I’m thinking that she is very much like California. When she is still her dress is like a roadmap. Highways Traveling up and down her skin Long empty highways With the moon chasing jackrabbits across them On hot summer nights. I am thinking that her body could be California And I a rich Eastern tourist… Continue reading Jack Spicer

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Kenneth Rexroth

To think of you surcharged with Loneliness. To hear your voice Over the recorder say, ‘Loneliness.’ The word, the voice, So full of it, and I with You away, so lost in it— — Kenneth Rexroth, from “Marthe Lonely,” section III of “Seven Poems For Marthe, My Wife,” Poetry (vol. LXXXIX, no. 1, October 1956)

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Kenneth Rexroth

Lyell’s Hypothesis Again An Attempt to Explain the Former Changes of the Earth’s Surface by Causes Now in Operation subtitle of Lyell: Principles of Geology The mountain road ends here, Broken away in the chasm where The bridge washed out years ago. The first scarlet larkspur glitters In the first patch of April Morning sunlight.… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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Robert Creeley

COULD WRITE of fucking— rather its instant or the slow longing at times of its approach— how the young man desires, how, older, it is never known but, familiar, comes to be so. How your breasts, love, fall in a rhythm also familiar, neither tired nor so young they push forward. I hate the metaphors.… Continue reading Robert Creeley

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Robert Creeley

Will we speak to each other making the grass bend as if a wind were before us, will our way be as graceful, as substantial as the movement of something moving so gently. We break things into pieces like walls we break ourselves into hearing them fall just to hear it. — Robert Creeley, “The… Continue reading Robert Creeley

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Robert Creeley

Tonight, nothing is long enough— time isn’t. Were there a fire, it would burn now. Were there a heaven, I would have gone long ago. I think that light is the final image. But time reoccurs, love—and an echo. A time passes love in the dark. — Robert Creeley, “The Tunnel,” The Collected Poems of… Continue reading Robert Creeley

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