Poems by Jerome Rothenberg
I Am Not A Native Of This Place
... surround me wailing through their beards ...
I Will Not Eat My Poem
... grown old. The number on my ticket ...
A Missal Like A Bone
... I settled for a lesser light a circumstance ...
I Vent My Wrath On Animals
... on animals pretending they will turn ...
Feckless With Disgust
... when I am feckless with disgust ...
I Exceed My Limits
... in the glass. With the circle of the sun ...
I Will Not Save the World
... or in love. The taste of death is in my mouth ...
Der Gilgul (The Possessed)
... I am moving down the field from right to left&mdash ...
I Fail As a Celibate
... a dry spot the passage of light ...
A Poem for the Cruel Majority
... The tree's voice is as quick as lightning as it streaks across the sky ...
I Am the President of Regulation
... My body swells from all the sounds inside it ...
Dreamwork Three
... t man in the derby dreams that it is spring that his seed soon will be falling through an empty sky ...
