Radio Poem
You little box, held to me escaping
So that your valves should not break
Carried from house to house to ship from sail to train,
So that my enemies might go on talking to me,
Near my bed, to my pain
The last thing at night, the first thing in the morning,
Of their victories and of my cares,
Promise me not to go silent all of a sudden.
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Related posts:
- A Radio With Guts it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street I used to get drunk And throw the radio through the […]...
- I Am Like One That For Long Days Had Sate I AM like one that for long days had sate, With seaward eyes set keen against the gale, On some […]...
- Poem (You, my photographer, you, most aware) You, my photographer, you, most aware, Who climbed to the bridge when the iceberg struck, Climbed with your camera when […]...
- Saddest Poem I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, And the […]...
- A Poem For the End of the Century When everything was fine And the notion of sin had vanished And the earth was ready In universal peace To […]...
- Poem On His Birthday In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts […]...
- Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing The light along the hills in the morning Comes down slowly, naming the trees White, then coasting the ground for […]...
- Poem of Joys 1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of […]...
- Poem 18 NOw welcome night, thou night so long expected, That long daies labour doest at last defray, And all my cares, […]...
- Hawker, the Standard Bearer The grey gull sat on a floating whale, On a floating whale sat he, And he told his tale of […]...
- Poem (The spirit likes to dress up…) The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, Shoulders, and all the rest at night in […]...
- Poem In the early evening, a now, as man is bending Over his writing table. Slowly he lifts his head; a […]...
- A House upon the Height A House upon the Height That Wagon never reached No Dead, were ever carried down No Peddler’s Cart approached Whose […]...
- The North Ship Legend I saw three ships go sailing by, Over the sea, the lifting sea, And the wind rose in the […]...
- On Being Asked For A War Poem I think it better that in times like these A poet’s mouth be silent, for in truth We have no […]...
- The Immortals If you should sail for Trebizond, or die, Or cry another name in your first sleep, Or see me board […]...
- Natural Magic WE air tired who follow after Phantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter Stain our hearts […]...
- Mayakovsky In New York: A Found Poem New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your […]...
- Million Man March Poem The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been […]...
- Morning Poem Every morning The world Is created. Under the orange Sticks of the sun The heaped Ashes of the night Turn […]...
- Ida Frickey Nothing in life is alien to you: I was a penniless girl from Summum Who stepped from the morning train […]...
- Psalm 6 Complaint in sickness. In anger, Lord, rebuke me not; Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot […]...
- Poem for My Wife This morning when we woke up The meat cages still locked us up* We took a bath so they’d look […]...
- This Is A Poem I Wrote At Night, Before The Dawn This is a poem I wrote before I died and was reborn: – After the years of the apples ripening […]...
- The Journey Of A Poem Compared To All The Sad Variety Of Travel A poem moves forward, Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of […]...
- The Day Is A Poem (September 19, 1939) This morning Hitler spoke in Danzig, we hear his voice. A man of genius: that is, of amazing Ability, courage, […]...
- Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda […]...
- Democracy It’s coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It’s coming from the feel that […]...
- A Descriptive Poem on the Silvery Tay Beautiful silvery Tay, With your landscapes, so lovely and gay, Along each side of your waters, to Perth all the […]...
- Aboard at a Ship's Helm , at a ship’s helm, A young steersman, steering with care. A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing, […]...
- Train Train. Distant Train. Praise the glorious distance of Train. Dogs bark, reply to the mournful echo of Train’s whistle. Train […]...
- Conscientious Objector I shall die, but That is all that I shall do for Death. I hear him leading his horse out […]...
- Poem (Don’t look…) Don’t look. The world’s about to break. Don’t look. The world’s about to chuck out all its light And stuff […]...
- One Morning Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter Rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of […]...
- Poem (Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box) Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white roses And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch Three snails hanging […]...
- Noon Walk On The Asylum Lawn The summer sun ray Shifts through a suspicious tree. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow It sucks […]...
- Harmonizing a Poem, (beside Palace Attendant Guo.) High beyond the thick wall a tower shines with sunset Where peach and plum are blooming and the willowcotton flies. […]...
- THE SPIRIT'S SALUTE THE hero’s noble shade stands high On yonder turret grey; And as the ship is sailing by, He speeds it […]...
- Poem For Maya Dipping our bread in oil tins We talked of morning peeling Open our rooms to a moment Of almonds, olives […]...
- Snail Poem Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired & handsome felt, Grave root pillow, tung […]...