The Names
I wrote this poem in 1990 or so. It just all came out at once and has changed very little since then. I had read the introduction to Fernand Braudel’s The...
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Bad Weather
Ten, less, five minutes to go And dim are the days Long and grey And the hours are grim  Rain pours through the iron grate Dirt slurries on the asphalt Dim are the...
Read MoreImperial Poet: The dumb heart finds no neighbor to kill its rising fever
 A number of weeks ago, I wrote a brief post about Frank O’Hara and included two of my favorite poems. I didn’t know at the time that there was a newly edited...
Read MoreLorine Niedecker
What I think of Niedecker changes with my mood. This is from the 2002 Collected Works. Before that, as with Oppen, there were incomplete or eccentric selected editions...
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