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1. Ordinary Love Indescribable our love and still we say With eyes averted, turning out the light, “I love you,” in the ordinary […]...
2. Outside History These are outsiders, always. These stars- These iron inklings of an Irish January, Whose light happened Thousands of years before […]...
3. Account The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes. Some would be devoted to acting against consciousness, Like the flight […]...
4. Yesterday is History Yesterday is History, ‘Tis so far away Yesterday is Poetry ‘Tis Philosophy Yesterday is mystery Where it is Today While […]...
5. PLEA FOR A HISTORY OF WORKING-CLASS LEEDS I want a true history of my city FUCK THE DE LACY FAMILY AND DOUBLE FUCK JOHN OF GAUNT ESPECIALLY […]...
6. Momus Momus is the name men give your face, The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle Finding […]...
7. Every Silent Plant in the Garden (To: S. W.) Every silent plant in the garden knows Two sorts of wishes make up the world: One is […]...
8. The House Of Dust: Part 01: 03: One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city […]...
9. Tomes There is a section in my library for death And another for Irish history, A few shelves for the poetry […]...
10. At a Poetry Party I Am Given the Rhyme Chih Although I’ve studied poetry for thirty years I try to keep my mouth shut and avoid reputation. Now who is […]...
11. Poetry And Religion Religions are poems. They concert Our daylight and dreaming mind, our Emotions, instinct, breath and native gesture Into the only […]...
12. An Invective against Gold OF all the Poisons that the fruitful Earth E’er yet brought forth, or Monsters she gave Birth, Nought to Mankind […]...
13. All That's Past Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier’s boughs, When March winds wake, So […]...
14. To Whom It May Concern In Autumn, As in Spring, The sap flows, The sap wishes to race Against heartbeats Before the winter, Before the […]...
15. Preface This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about […]...
16. April 19 We have too much exhibitionism And not enough voyeurism In poetry we have plenty of bass And not enough treble, […]...
17. The Tired Worker O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon Is waning into evening, whisper soft! Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon […]...
18. The Man In The Bowler Hat I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man: The man who sat on your right in the morning train: The man […]...
19. A Historical Breakfast A man is bringing a cup of coffee to his face, Tilting it to his mouth. It’s historical, he thinks. […]...
20. Thing Language This ocean, humiliating in its disguises Tougher than anything. No one listens to poetry. The ocean Does not mean to […]...
21. Two Men There be two men of all mankind That I should like to know about; But search and question where I […]...
22. I Don't Know If History Repeats Itself I don’t Know if history repeats itself But I do know that you don’t. I remember that city was didvided […]...
23. Vienna, December 1999 I watched The winter light die from the bridge, The sky a sinking empire’s battleship, Ice floes’ jagged edges Clink […]...
24. Short Order I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, She said. Yes, yes? I asked. She’s young and pretty, she […]...
25. Falltime GOLD of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon, Canada thistle blue and flimmering larkspur blue, Tomatoes shining […]...
26. In The Cool Of The Evening I thought I heard Him calling. Did you hear A sound, a little sound? My curious ear Is dinned with […]...
27. Apollo Musagete, Poetry, And The Leader Of The Muses Nothing is given which is not taken. Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired, freely, truly and […]...
28. On Being Born The Same Exact Day Of The Same Exact Year As Boy George We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read […]...
29. Ars Poetica? I have always aspired to a more spacious form That would be free from the claims of poetry or prose […]...
30. Ordinary Miracles Spring, rainbows, Ordinary miracles About which Nothing new can be said. The stars on a clear night Of a New […]...
31. THE SINGING SCHOOL The Poetry School, The Poetry Book Society, The Poetry Business: So much poetry about you’d think I’d want to shout, […]...
32. If You are a Man If you are a man, and believe in the destiny of mankind Then say to yourself: we will cease to […]...
33. Will There Be Starlight Will there be starlight Tonight While she gathers Damask And lilac And sweet-scented heathers? And will she find flowers, Or […]...
34. On My First Son Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy. Seven […]...
35. Memory A black ringlet Curls to lie At the nape of her neck, Glistening with sweat In the evaporate moonlight… This […]...
36. Woman with a Past THERE was a woman tore off a red velvet gown And slashed the white skin of her right shoulder And […]...
37. On The Grasshopper And Cricket The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in […]...
38. Milkweed Remember how unimportant They seemed, growing loosely In the open fields we crossed On the way to school. We Would […]...
39. Kemang Afternoon Blues 1/ Had it not been for the traffic jam You’d have thought being elsewhere Most the niceties seemed so foreign […]...
40. Fairy Song The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song […]...