Author: Stephen Dunn

Relax. This won’t last long. Or if it does, or if the lines Make you sleepy or bored, Give in […]

A woman’s taking her late-afternoon walk On Chestnut where no sidewalk exists And houses with gravel driveways Sit back among […]

When Mother died I thought: now I’ll have a death poem. That was unforgivable. Yet I’ve since forgiven myself As […]

Because finally the personal Is all that matters, We spend years describing stones, Chairs, abandoned farmhouses- Until we’re ready. Always […]

To hold a damaged sparrow Under water until you feel it die Is to know a small something About the […]

He climbed toward the blinding light And when his eyes adjusted He looked down and could see His fellow prisoners […]

The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up With what’s left of heaven, nearby a patch Of daffodils rooted […]

This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, The hairline I conceal reaches back […]