Author: Donald Justice

Papier-mache body; blue-and-black cotton jersey cover. Metal stand. Instructions included. Sears, Roebuck Catalogue O my coy darling, still You wear […]

Thirty today, I saw The trees flare briefly like The candles upon a cake As the sun went down the […]

Lights are burning In quiet rooms Where lives go on Resembling ours. The quiet lives That follow us – These […]

We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell; If anywhere, in […]

Our lives avoided tragedy Simply by going on and on, Without end and with little apparent meaning. Oh, there were […]

It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and […]

This poem is not addressed to you. You may come into it briefly, But no one will find you here, […]

One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a Hired assassin. John […]

Your face more than others’ faces Maps the half-remembered places I have come to I while I slept- Continents a […]

Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving […]