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And always the women wonder where they are going, these men, these drunkards, as they clear away dishes and their young sons sleep with heroines like bent trees inside their dreams. The streets are infinite, circling like a black blood. The town is as large as the night or the inside of your head. And if this never happened, Compadre, it just did.
The Dark Figure in the Doorway: Last Poems Morton Marcus
These are the evenings when the men in knickers stroll with saffron kerchiefs knotted behind their heads ... Drinking from bottles or fingering flat guitars, they appear at corners in groups or three or four, already talking too loudly, their embroidered vests unfastened like casual breaths
The Dark Figure in the Doorway: Last Poems Morton Marcus
As I listen to Lou Harrison's "Suite for Violin and American Gamelan," a blue jay in the oak tree outside the window shrieks and shrieks, louder and louder, the same exclamation over and over again: "I wrote that! I wrote that! I wrote that!"
The Dark Figure in the Doorway: Last Poems Morton Marcus
All over the apartment, bits of you remain when you are gone - the wilted strands, the looping pencil-lines of hair: on desk, bathtub, dresser drawer - why, I even find them tangled in my crotch, as if you hid them everywhere, in all the rooms, so that your presence would be with me when I bathed, ate, or wrote a poem.
The Dark Figure in the Doorway:Last Poems - Morton Marcus
Something- your hands rummaging for dishes beneath the foam ... That moment, that something, when you raise your arms and lift, shiny from the foam, the dazzling edge of a plate. - 3 Poems That Make you Beautiful
The Dark Figure in the Doorway -Morton Marcus
What I wanted from women was the essence of who they were behind the face, deep in the heart, the person breathing from every cell.
The Dark Figure in the Doorway Morton Marcus
She and I were in desperate worlds, surrounded by carapaces of ignorant intentions
The Dark Figure in the Doorway:Last Poems - Morton Marcus