by Alice Notley
Strategy
Strategy is what you do how
String of Pearls
Strings like stories shine
Strong coffee in
Stronger than alcohol, more great than song
Summer so histrionic, marvelous dirty days
Sunday Morning
Sunday morning: here we live jostling & tricky
Sunlit
Sunny, Light Winds
surface
surface
Sweet Iris
Sweet Vocations
Sweeter than sour apples flesh to boys
Swinburne & Watts-Dunton
Take me, third factory of life
Take off your hat & coat & give me all your money
Take off your head; un-
Take one hymn out west and back in step
step and punch how well
Take these beads from my shoulders
Talking
Tambourine Life
Telegram
Television
Tell It Like It Is
Ten Things to Do in the Closet
That Poem George Found
That they are starving
That’s all
The (Buddhist Text)
The (Larceny)
The academy of the future is opening its doors
The Admirals brushed
The Ancient Art of Wooing
The Avant-Garde Literary Award
the bear eats honey
The best way of
The blue day! In the air winds dance
The bulbs burn phosphorescent, white
The bunnies plug-in & elaborate
The By-Laws
The Chinese ate their roots; it
The Circle
The Collected Earlier Poems by William Carlos Williams
The Complete Prelude
The Conscience of a Conservative
The D.A.
The Dance of the Broken Bomb. See The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford
The dancer grins at the ground
The Einstein Intersection
The End
The Final Chapters
The front is hiding the rear
The fucking enemy shows up
The goddess stands in front of her cave
The Great Genius
The Great Genius is
The Green Sea
The ground is white with snow
The guards tense, the centers jump
The Heads of the Town
The Joke & the Stars
The Lady, Just When I Think I Know You, You Take Capricious Form Travelling Circus & Road Show (or, In the Labyrinth)
The life I have led
The Light
The logic of grammar is not genuine it shines forth
The Moon is Yellow
The Morning Line
The Nature of the Commonwealth
the number two, &
The poem upon the page is as massive as
The Pope’s learning Welsh
The Pope’s Nose
The pregnant waitress
The pressure’s on, old son
“The pressure’s on, old son”
The rain comes and falls
The rains come & Fall
The right wall is bricks
The Rose of Sharon
The School Windows Song
The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford: Fauna
Time
On His Own
Owe
Putting Away
Reeling Midnight
Stop Stop Six
The Dance of the Broken Bomb
We Are Jungles
The Sender of This
The Short Poems
The Simple Pleasures of Buffalo
The Society Club
The St. Mark’s Poetry Project
The storms of Baudelaire fall on Judas’ head
The Sunset Motel
“the taste is pleasant, and the insane
The Ten Greatest Books of the Year (1967)
The Ten Greatest Books of the Year, 1968
The torpedo was friendly
The TV Story
The Upper Arm
The Way It Was in Wheeling
The white poet with his book
The Who’s Last Tour
The wicked will tremble, the food will rejoic
The withered leaves fly higher than dolls can see
Then I’d Cry
there
There I was
There is a shoulder in New York City
There is no transition from a gesture to a cry or a sound. (same thing)
There is no windshield
There isn’t much to say to Marxists in Nicaragua
There we were, on fire with being there, then
There’s a strange lady in my front yard (Clown)
There’s a strange lady in my front yard
(Landscape with Figures [Southampton])
“There’s no place
There’s nothing new under the sun, and
These are the very rich garments of the poo
They basted his caption on top of the fat
sheriff, “The Pig”
They have bent
They killed all the whales
They set you up. Took yr stuff. Gave
Thin Breast Doom
Things to Do in Anne’s Room
Things to Do in New York City
Things to Do in Providence
Things to Do on Speed
Think of Anything
Thinking about past times in New York by talking
This
“This ability, to do things well
This city night
This distinguished boat
This excitement to be all of night, Henry
This Guy
“This is the only language you understand, Ass-Face”
“This movie has Fred Astaire and Robert Ryan in it
“This mushroom walks in”
This night my soul, & yr soul, will be wrapped in
This Perfect Day
This picture indicates development
this steady twelve-tone humming inbetween my ears
This Will Be Her Shining Hour
those exhausting dreams
Three Little Words
Three Lost Years
Three Poems: Going to Canada: Itinerary
How to Get to Canada
Love
Three Sonnets and a Coda for Tom Clark
Thursday & Friday
Time flies by like a great whale
tin roof slanting sunlight
To
To a Young Painter
To an Eggbeater
To Anne
To Be Serious
To Book-Keepers
To England’s very great relief
to gentle, pleasant strains
To Himself
To Jacques Roubaud
To Ron
To Sing the Song, That Is Fantastic
To Southampton
Tobacco
Today
Today Chicago
Today I had planned to fribble away
Today I woke up
Today in Ann Arbor
Today in New York City
Today is Courty Bryan’s birthday
Today’s News
Tom Clark
Tompkins Square Park
Tonight
Too many fucking mosquitoes under the blazing sun
Tooting My Horn on Duty
Tooting my horn on duty in the infantry
Tough Brown Coat
Tough brown coat
Tough Cookies
Train Ride
Train Ride . . .
Transition of Nothing Noted as Fascinating
Treason of the Clerks
Truth as History
“Truth is that which
Tulsa Rose Gardens
Turk
Turkeys
&n
bsp; Turn around
Two cops cruise East 9th
Two Serious Ladies
Unconditional Release at 38
Under a red face, black velvet shyness
Under the Southern Cross
Untitled (It’s Morning!)
Untitled (July 11, 1982)
Untitled (Orange Black)
Untitled (Want)
Up a hill, short
Up inside the walls of air listen
Up is waiting
Upon the river, point me out my course
Upon this field the physical energies of
Upside Down
Valentine
Velvet &
Via Air
Vignette
Villonnette
Virtue, Honor, Beauty, Kind gestures
Visits from a Small Enigma
Voice of ride
Voici la tête d’un chien
Wake Up
wake up
Wake up high up
Walk right in
Wan as pale thighs making apple belly strides
Want
Wantonesse
Warrior
. . . was 30 when we met. I was
Waterloo Sunset
We
We are involved in a transpersonified state
We Are Jungles. See The Secret Life of Ford Madox Ford
We are the dresses for Alice
We ate lunch, remember? and I paid the check
We commemorated a joyous (if
We miss something now
We remove a hand . . .
We think by feeling and so we ride together
Wednesday Evening Services
We’ll mash your leman, plunk
What a Dump or, Easter
What are you thinking . . .
What I’d Like for Christmas, 1970
What I’m trying to say is that if an experience is
What is it all about—this endless
What said your light
what sky (An Autobiography in 5 Parts: Frank O’Hara’s Question . . . )
what sky (Many Happy Returns: Frank O’Hara’s Question . . . )
What strikes the eye hurts, what one hears is a lie
What thoughts I have of where I’ll be, & when, & doing what
What thwarts this fear I love
What to do
What we have here is Animal Magick: the fox
What’s the number I request
What’s the Racket
When having something to do
When I search the past for you (Cento: A Note on Philosophy)
When I search the past for you (Heloise)
When I see Birches, I think
When seeking sky you’re left with sky, then
When she comes, landscape listens; heavenly
When Wyn & Sally and the twins went to Minnesota to visit Wyn’s father last
Whenever Richard Gallup is dissevered
Where
Where do the words come from? (come in?)
Where the Ceiling Light Burns
White powder
Whitman in Black
Who I Am and What I Think
“who is not here
Who Was Sylvia?
Whoa Back Buck & Gee By Land
“Who’s a ‘black’ artist?”
Who’s gonna kiss your pretty little
Why don’t we
Why have you billowed under my ancient piazza
Will “Reclining Figure, One Arm”
Will the little girl outside
Wind
Winds in the stratosphere
Windshield
Winged Pessary
Winter
Winter. You think of sex, but it’s asleep
Winter crisp and the brittleness of snow
Winter in the country, Southampton, pale horse
Wishes
With
With Eileen in Locarno
With faith we shall be able . . .
With sound Sun melts snow
W/O Scruple
Woke up this morning you were other people in absentia lovely fashions
Woman is singing the song and summer
Words for Love
Work Postures
Written on Red Roses & Yellow Light
Wrong Train
Yea, though I walk
Yes, it’s true, strategy is fascinating
You are lovely
You are very interesting
You can make this swooped transition on your lips (Some Do Not)
You can make this swooped transition on your lips (Sonnet XXXV)
You come into my life a little yellow
You don’t have to be Marie Curie
You had gone for a drive in the
You had your own reasons for getting
You in love with her
You see a lot
You stay in the Mental Institute of your life
You took a wrong turn in
You took me
You will dream about me
You’ll do good if you play it like you’re
. . . Your America & mine
You’re listening to a man who in 1964 un-
You’re so funny! I’d give you
