by Alice Notley
I’m a hero form of an eyelid act like you hate it
I’m a piece of local architecture
I’m gonna embarrass
I’m living in Battersea, July
I’m lying in bed
I’m No Prick
I’m not difficult but there are just certain things
I’m not saying
I’m sorry for your trouble
“I’m standing toe-to-toe with you, see, looking you right in the eye
Impasses come, dear beasts
In 4 Parts
In Africa the wine is cheap, and it is
In Anne’s Place
In Anselm Hollo’s Poems
In Bed
In Bed with Joan & Alex
In Blood
In front of him was
In Hyde Park Gate 14 white budgie scratchings mean
In Joe Brainard’s collage its white arrow (Sonnet XV)
In Joe Brainard’s collage its white arrow (Sonnet LIX)
In Morton’s Grille
In Morton’s Grille I
“In My Green Age”
in my paintings for they are present
In My Room
In Place of Sunday Mass
In order to make friends with the natives
In the 51st State
In the Deer Park
In the ear, winds dance
In The Early Morning Rain
In the first stage of the revolution
In the House
In the Land of Pygmies & Giants
In the morning
In the Summer between 5th & 6th grade
In the Wheel
In the year 1327, at the opening of the first hour
In Three Parts
“In Three Parts”
In Your Fucking Utopias
Incomplete Sonnet #254
Inflation
Inhabiting a night with shaky normal taboo hatred and fear
Innocents Abroad
Inside
insouciant
insouciant
interrupts yr privacy
interstices
interstices
Interstices
Into the closed air of the slow (Sonnet XVI)
Into the closed air of the slow (Sonnet XXX)
Iris
Is there room in the room that you room in?
is when you walk around a corner
ISOLATE
It is 7:53 Friday morning in the Universe
It is 1934. Edmund
It Is a Big Red House
It is a human universe: & I
It is a very great thing
it is a well-lit afternoon
It is after 7 in the evening and raining cold in bed. Next day
It is important to keep old hat
It is night. You are asleep. And beautiful tears
“it” means “this”
it was summer. We were there. And There Was No
Itinerary. See Three Poems: Going to Canada
It’s 2 a.m. at Anne & Lewis’s which is where it’s at
It’s 5:03 a.m. on the 11th of July this morning
It’s 8:54 a.m. in Brooklyn it’s the 26th of July
It’s 8:54 a.m. in Brooklyn it’s the 28th of July and
It’s a cute tune possibly by Camus
It’s A Fact
It’s a great pleasure to
It’s a previous carnation, where?
It’s difficult
It’s Important
It’s important not
It’s impossible to look at it
It’s impossible to take a bath in this house
It’s just another April almost morning, St. Mark’s Place
It’s made of everything, slow
It’s Morning
It’s morning
It’s New Year’s Eve, of 1968, & a time
It’s not exciting to have a bar of soap
It’s ritzy Thrift
It’s very interesting (Air Conditioning)
It’s very interesting (Down on Me)
Jim Dine’s toothbrush eases two pills
Joan
Jo-Mama
Joy of Shipwrecks (Life of a Man)
Joy of Shipwrecks (A Certain Slant of Sunlight)
Joy! you come winging in a hot wind on the breath
Joyful ants nest on the roof of my tree
Jubilee
July
July 11, 1982
Just Friends
Keep my
Kerouac (continued)
Kings . . . panties
Kinks
Kirsten
Kissed Maggie soundly; and the Doctor
L.G.T.T.H.
La Bohème
Ladies & Gentlemen
Lady
Lady, she has been my friend for some years sketches, I haven’t explained
Lady, why will you insist on
Lady Takes a Holiday
Laments
Landscape with Figures (Southampton)
Larceny
Last night
Last night’s congenial velvet sky
Last Poem
Last Poem (for Tom Pickard)
Late November
Leaving first
Left behind in New York City, & oof
Lefty Cahir, loan me your football shoes again
Less original than
Lester Young! why are you playing that clarinet
Let No Willful Fate Misunderstand
Let the heart of the young
Life Among the Woods
Life in the Future
Life of a Man
Light
Light takes the bat, &
Light up
Light, informal, & human
like carrying a gun
Like Poem
Like the philosopher Thales
Lines from Across the Room
Liquor troops in deshabille from blondes a lonely song
Listen, Old Friend
“Listen, you cheap little liar . . . ”
Little American Poetry Festival
Little Travelogue
Livid sweet undies drawl
Living with Chris
L’oeil
London
London Air
Look Fred, You’re a Doctor, My Problem Is Something like This
Lord, it is time. Summer was very great (Autumn’s Day)
Lord, it is time. Summer was very great (Sonnet IV)
Love. See Three Poems: Going to Canada
Man Alone
Many Happy Returns
March 17th, 1970
Marie in her pin-striped suit singing
Matinee
“Members of the brain, welcome to New York City
Memorial Day
Memories Are Made of This
Mess Occupations
Messy red heart
Method Action
Mi Casa, Su Casa
Mid-Friday morn, 10 o’clock, I go to India
mind clicks into gear
Minnesota
Minuet
Missing you
Mistress isn’t used much in poetry these days
Moat Trouble
Monolith
Montezuma’s Revenge
Moondog
Morning
Morning flushes its gray light across where I collect a face, rimmed
Mother Cabrini
Mountains of twine and
: Ms. Sensitive Princess
Ms. Villonelle
M’Sieur & Madame Butterfly
Mud on the first day (night, rather
Musick strides through these poems
Mutiny
My 5 Favorite Records
My Autobiography
My babies parade waving their innocent flags
My beard is a leaping staff
My body heavy with poverty (starch)
my crib your crib
My dream a drink with Lonnie
Johnson we discuss the code of the west
My friends are crazy with grief
My Grandfather was a Hasidic scholar
My heart is confirmed in its pure Buddhahood
My heart Your heart
My Life & Love
“My name
My rooms were full of awful features when
My rooms were full of Ostrich feathers when
My Tibetan Rose
Naked
Nancy, Jimmy, Larry, Frank, & Berdie
Narragansett Park
Natchez
Nature makes my teeth “to hurt”
Neal Cassady Talk
Near Paris, there is a boat. Near this boat live the beautiful Woods
Near the Ocean
Never hits us the day it’s lovely gathers us up in its name who
Never will I forget that trip. The dead were so thick in spots we tumbled over
New Junket
New Personal Poem
New Poets of England & America
New York Post
New York’s lovely weather
New York’s lovely weather hurts my forehead
Newtown
Night Letter
Nine stories high Second Avenue
no strange countries
Normal Depth Exceeds Specified Value
. . . Not far from here he was inside his head there were some sands. Of these 50
Nothing stands between us
November, dancing, or
Now I wish I were asleep, to see my dreams taking place
Now my mother’s apron unfolds again in my life pills black backs
Now she guards her chalice
Now she guards her chalice in a temple
Now she guards her chalice in a temple of fear
Now that I
Now twist knife all strength owing O now twist knife
Now you can rest forever
O, Sexual Reserve
O Captain, My Commander, I Think
O little town of Bethlehem
O Love
O love
O Rose
O Will Hubbard in the night! A great writer today he is
October: half-moon rising: London sky, Piccadilly’s, greyish-black
Ode
Ode to Medicine
of morning, Iowa City, blue
Often I try so hard with stimulants
Oh, George—that
Oh, Mrs. Gabriele Picabia-Buffet
Oh you, the sprightliest & most puggish, the brightest star
Okay. First. . . .
Old Armenian Proverb
Old-Fashioned Air
Old Moon
old prophets Help me to believe
On His Own. See The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford
On St. Mark’s Place
On St. Mark’s Place (Out the Second-floor Window)
On the 15th day of November in the year of the motorcar
On the green a white boy goes (Penn Station)
On the green a white boy goes (Sonnet XXI)
On the Level Everyday
On the Road Again
Once there was a rich man named craze man Wiliiker. This man was always very
One and one
one can only are
one can only are
One clear glass slipper
a slender blue single-rose vase
One Day in the Afternoon of the World
One View/1960
One, London
“Only the guilty need money”
Ophelia
Orange Black
Orange Black
Other Contexts
Où sont les neiges des neiges?
Out the Second-Floor Window
Out we go to get away from today’s
Over Belle Vue Road that silence said
Owe. See The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford
Paciorek
paid Lillian Gish $800,000 to
Pandora’s Box, an Ode
Paris, Frances
Paris Review
Part of My History
Pat Dugan. . . my grandfather. . . throat cancer. . . 1947
Patsy awakens in heat and ready to squabble
Paul Blackburn
Peace
Peeling rubber all the way up
Peking
Penn Station
People of the future
People of the Future
People Who Change Their Names
People Who Died
Personal Poem
Personal Poem #2
Personal Poem #7
Personal Poem #9
Peter Rabbit came in
Picasso would be very
Picnic
Pills Epithalamium black backs of books I can’t stand Snow Movie
Pinsk After Dark
poem
Poem (for Larry Fagin)
Poem (I’m lying in bed)
Poem (of morning, Iowa City, blue)
Poem (Seven thousand feet over)
Poem (The Nature of the Commonwealth)
Poem (to Tom Clark)
Poem (Yea, though I walk)
Poem for Philip Whalen
Poem in the Modern Manner
Poem in the Traditional Manner
Poem Made after Re-Reading the Wonderful Book of Poetry, “Air”, by Tom Clark, Seven Years since He First Sent It to Me
“Poets Tribute to Philip Guston”
Polish Haiku
Poop
Positively Fourth Street
Postcard
Postcard 12/2/82
Postcard from the Sky
Postmarked Grand Rapids
Prayer
Presence
Problems, Problems
Prose Keys to American Poetry
Providence
Pussy put her paw into the pail of paint
Put the books back the brown hair pierced the shower 40 below the
Putting Away. See The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford
Quarter to Three
Queen name
Queen Victoria dove headfirst into the swimming pool, which was filled
Rain
Rain falling through the blue
Rain or Shine
Reading Frank O’Hara
Reading Frank O’Hara you
Real Life
Reality is the totality of all things possessing Actuality
Reborn a rabbi in Pinsk, reincarnated
Red Air
Red Shift
Reds
Reeling Midnight. See The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford
Remembered Poem
Resolution
Revery
revery
revery
Richard Gallup at 30
Rilke
ripped
Robert (Lowell)
Robert Creeley reading
Ronka
Rouge
Round About Oscar
Rusty Nails
Salut
Salutation
San Francisco
San Gabriel
Sandy’s Sunday Best
Sash the faces of lust
Saturday Afternoons on the Piazza
Scene of Life at the Capitol
Scorpio
Scorpion, Eagle & Dove (A Love Poem)
self suspended in age time warp put out to grass
Selflessness
Seriousness
Service at Upwey
Setback
Seurat and Juan Gris combine this season
Seven thousand feet over
Shaking Hands
She
She (Not to be confused with she, a girl)
She alters all our lives for the better, merely
She comes as in a dream with west wind eggs
She is always two blue eyes
She murmurs of signs to her fingers
She was pretty swacked by the time she
Shelley
Since we had changed
Sister Moon
Six months of each other
Skeats and the Industrial Revolution
slack
slack
Sleep half sleep half silence and with reasons
Sleeping Alone
Small Role Felicity
Smashed Ashcan Lid
Smiling with grace the mother, the spouse, leaned
So Going Around Cities
So long, Jimi
So sleeping & waking
Some Do Not
Some Trips to Go On
Somebody knows everything, so
Somebody knows everything so
Someone something
Someone who loves me calls me
Something Amazing Just Happened
Somethings gotta be done! I thought
Sometimes it is quiet throughout the night
Something to Remember
Song
Song: Prose & Poetry
Sonnet I
Sonnet II
Sonnet III
Sonnet IV
Sonnet V
Sonnet VI
Sonnet XIII
Sonnet XIV
Sonnet XV
Sonnet XVI
Sonnet XVII
Sonnet XVIII
Sonnet XIX
Sonnet XXI
Sonnet XXII
Sonnet XXIII
Sonnet XXV
Sonnet XXVI
Sonnet XXVII
Sonnet XXVIII
Sonnet XXIX
Sonnet XXX
Sonnet XXXI
Sonnet XXXII
Sonnet XXXIII
Sonnet XXXIV
Sonnet XXXV
Sonnet XXXVI
Sonnet XXXVII
Sonnet XXXVIII
Sonnet XL
Sonnet XLI
Sonnet XLII
Sonnet XLIII
Sonnet XLIV
Sonnet XLV
Sonnet XLVI
Sonnet XLVII
Sonnet XLVIII
Sonnet XLIX
Sonnet L
Sonnet LI
Sonnet LII
Sonnet LIII
Sonnet LV
Sonnet LVI
Sonnet LVII
Sonnet LIX
Sonnet LX
Sonnet LXI
Sonnet LXIV
Sonnet LXV
Sonnet LXVI
Sonnet LXVII
Sonnet LXVIII
Sonnet LXX
Sonnet LXXI
Sonnet LXXII
Sonnet LXXIII
Sonnet LXXIV
Sonnet LXXV
Sonnet LXXVI
Sonnet LXXVII
Sonnet LXXVIII
Sonnet LXXX
Sonnet LXXXI
Sonnet LXXXII
Sonnet LXXXIII
Sonnet LXXXIV
Sonnet LXXXV
Sonnet LXXXVII
Sonnet LXXXVIII
Sonnet: Homage to Ron
Sonnet to Patricia
Southampton Business
Southwest
Soviet Souvenir
Space
Spell
Spring banged me up a bit
Squawking a gala occasion, forgetting, and
St. Mark’s By-the-Pacific
St. Mark’s in the Bouwerie
Stand-Up Comedy Routine
Stars & Stripes Forever
Steve Carey
Stoop where I sit, am crazy
Stop Stop Six. See The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford
