poetry archive

up from the south at break of day
from our hidden places
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
shadows lay along broadway
birds against the april wind
through the broad earth's aching breast
in new york harbor
the mountains they are silent folk
my soul is a dark ploughed field
in and of itself
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
high walls and huge