And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is romance and big things and real dreams that never go smash.
The buffaloes are gone. And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen.
Such a Big miracle in such a tiny baby. Big things often have small beginnings A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.
I am the people the mob the crowd the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
I could safely declare, I am an idealist... I believe in everything - I am only looking for proofs.
Now I am here - now read me - give me a name.
I remember the Chillicothe ballplayers grappling the Long Island ball players in a sixteen-inning game ended by darkness. And the shoulders of the Chillicothe players were a red smoke against the sundown and the shoulders of the Rock Island players were a yellow smoke against the sundown. And the umpire's voice was hoarse calling balls and strikes and outs and the umpire's throat fought in the dust for a song.
My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.
I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.
Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.
The shovel is the brother to the gun.
You know being born is important to you. You know nothing else was ever so important to you.
Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.
Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?
Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.
Poetry is statement of a series of equations, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors, pools, skies, the only never-changing sign being the sign of infinity.
My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.
Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.
Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.
Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars.
Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.
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