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Kenneth Rexroth

A voice sobs on colored sand Where colored horses run Athwart the surf Us alone in the universe Where griefs move like the sea Of the love lost Under the morning star Creeping down the sky Into pale blind water And we make love At the very edge of the cliff Where the vineyards end… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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Kenneth Rexroth

“Whether or not, it is no question now, Of time or place, or even how, It is not time for questions now, Nor yet the place.” The soft lights of your face Arrange themselves in memories Of smiles and frowns. — Kenneth Rexroth, from “The Thin Edge of Your Pride,” The collected shorter poems (New… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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Kenneth Rexroth

A voice sobs on colored sand Where colored horses run Athwart the surf Us alone in the universe Where griefs move like the sea Of the love lost Under the morning star Creeping down the sky Into pale blind water And we make love At the very edge of the cliff Where the vineyards end… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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Jack Spicer

Coming at an end, the lovers Are exhausted like two swimmers. Where Did it end? There is no telling. No love is Like an ocean with the dizzy procession of the waves’ boundaries From which two can emerge exhausted, nor long goodbye Like death. Coming at an end. Rather, I would say, like a length… Continue reading Jack Spicer

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Kenneth Rexroth

Floating Our canoe idles in the idling current Of the tree and vine and rush enclosed Backwater of a torpid midwestern stream; Revolves slowly, and lodges in the glutted Waterlilies. We are tired of paddling. All afternoon we have climbed the weak current, Up dim meanders, through woods and pastures, Past muddy fords where the… Continue reading Kenneth Rexroth

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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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