Say it, no ideas but in things - nothing but the blank faces of the houses and cylindrical trees bent, forked by preconception and accident - split, furrowed, creased, mottled, stained - secret - into the body of the light!

You have the chicken, the hen, and the rooster. The chicken goes with the hen So who is having sex with the rooster?

The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of

Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience; sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in?

History must stay open, it is all humanity.

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze.

If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.