This was gruesome—fighting over a ham sandwich …
Gerald Stern
I was waiting to try out one of my inventions …
At the confluence of tea roses and Russian sage …
In beauty-bright and such it was like Blake’s …
As far as clocks—and it is time to think of them— …
How dumb he was to wipe the blood from his eye …
Every city in America is approached …
He was cleaning leaves for one at a time …
Nothing by or for itself, the sound of …
Much better than a goat it was to drop …
Me trying to understand say whence …
Bing Crosby died in Spain …
In all these rotten shops, in all this broken furniture …
The thing about the dove was how he cried in …
Having outlived Allen I am the one who …
Look what it is to have forgotten …
I wanted to know what it was like before we …