English poetry

Poems in English

The End Of March

For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day To take a walk […]

The Imaginary Iceberg

We’d rather have the iceberg than the ship, Although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like […]

Poem

About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, Mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays […]

Song For The Rainy Season

Hidden, oh hidden In the high fog The house we live in, Beneath the magnetic rock, Rain-, rainbow-ridden, Where blood-black […]

The Map

Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges Showing the line of […]

Little Exercise

Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily Like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, Listen to […]

The Shampoo

The still explosions on the rocks, The lichens, grow By spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged To meet the […]

Chemin De Fer

Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far […]

Argument

Days that cannot bring you near Or will not, Distance trying to appear Something more obstinate, Argue argue argue with […]

North Haven

I can make out the rigging of a schooner A mile off; I can count The new cones on the […]

The Burglar Of Babylon

On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can’t […]

Love Lies Sleeping

Earliest morning, switching all the tracks That cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets […]

Manners

For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me As we sat on the wagon seat, “Be sure to […]

Large Bad Picture

Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or Some northerly harbor of Labrador, Before he became a schoolteacher A great-uncle painted […]

Sonnet (1928)

I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With […]

Arrival At Santos

Here is a coast; here is a harbor; Here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: Impractically shaped […]

Questions of Travel

There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams Hurry too rapidly down to the sea, And the pressure of […]

While Someone Telephones

Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn’t be worse, Minutes of a barbaric condescension. Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, […]

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