We present this work in honor of the 25th anniversary of the poet’s death.
what should the last words be fare-well see you again sometime somewhere? what should the last deeds be a last letter a phone call a soft song? what should the last wish be forgive me forget me not I love you? what should the last thought be thank you? thank you
We present this work in honor of the 115th anniversary of the poet’s death.
The withered leaves of Autumn, in golden whirlpools light, Were dancing in the sunshine of Summer’s dying day, And yet their dancing seemed to me their agonizing flight From darkness and oblivion, and mouldering decay.
The hag that sweeps the pavement, with ruthless broom unkind, Swept up the joyful dancers, and, muttering at their play, She caught the helpless beings, as many as she could find, And, mingled with the dust and filth, she swept them all away.
We present this work in honor of the poet’s 135th birthday.
The lone molar of a whore
who had died unknown
had a gold filling.
As if by silent agreement
the others had all fallen out.
But this one the morgue attendant knocked out
and pawned to go dancing.
For, he said,
only earth should return to earth.