Poetry

A Memory of Manaus

— For Loren and Janie Slye We’ve come by boat upriver some nine hundred miles along the Amazon, and reached its origins, the meeting of the Solimões and Negro waters, confluent but not commingled, flowing ...

“Off the Pond” and “Stardust”

Off the Pond Sunset off the pond, uncountable sparks; Faces. Blood-fall color of oak shimmering On the path — rough, cheeks of grandfather arch Along the trail to the pier’s end. Standing Out over the ...

“Insomnia & So On” and “Against the Glass”

Insomnia & So On Fat bed, lick the black cat in my mouth each morning. Unfasten all the bones that make a head, and let me rest: unknown among the oboe-throated geese gone south to ...

“The Fault Along the Floor” and “White Pocahontas”

The Fault Along the Floor The fault along the floor between these molten beds which we have made, to unmake, and in which we must lie still until the quake has passed us, and a ...

Two poems by the bright light of the Augustan Age of English poetry

The Quiet Life Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herd with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks ...

From “A Valediction of My Name, in the Window”

I. My name engraved herein Doth contribute my firmness to this glass, Which ever since that charm hath been As hard, as that which graved it was; Thine eye will give it price enough, to ...

“Jane Eyre” and “The Elgin Theater”

Jane Eyre “I’d like you to meet my books,” you said on our very first date, on the first of June, when you introduced me to all the books you’d read, who must have approved ...

“Jesus Is Condemned” and “Jesus Meets His Mother”

Jesus Is Condemned I tried to think for half an hour About the face of earthly powers That would condemn a god to die. I listened for its menacing cackles, The crack of whips, the ...

Two Lake poems

A Midnight Dawn When tinkling glass Rang in my ear, I walked the hall Where Chanticleer Had crowed up dawn With crackling mirth, Red feathers flashing From his perch, While from the breach In the ...

At the End of Spring

To Yüan Chēn (A.D. 810) The flower of the pear-tree gathers and turns to fruit; The swallows’ eggs have hatched into young birds. When the Seasons’ changes thus confront the mind What comfort can the ...

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