American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Comedian · Contemporary · Excerpt · Homage · Online Anthology · Passage · Poetry

Stanley Plumly

Love, too, a leveler, a dying all its own, the parts left behind not to be replaced, a loss ongoing, and every day increased, like rising in the night, at 3:00 am, to watch the snow or the dead leaf fall, the rings around the streetlight in the rain, and then the rain, the red… Continue reading Stanley Plumly

Rate this:

American Counterculture · American Literature · Classic · Elegy · Homage · Literature · Poetry · The Beat Generation · The San Francisco Renaissance

Jack Spicer

Whispers– Eurydice’s head is missing Whispers– Get out of hell– Whispers– You big poet We soldiers from hell’s country Here Safe as you are You write poetry For dead persons. — Jack Spicer, “Elegy,” The Heads of the Town up to the Aether. (Auerhahn Society; First edition 1962)

Rate this: