Cut The Grass (A.R. Ammons Poems)
The wonderful workings of the world: wonderful,wonderful: I'm surprised half the time:ground up fine, I puff if a pebble stirs:I'm ...
A. R. Ammons Poems (29 Poems)
The Confirmers (A.R. Ammons Poems)
The saints are gathering at the realplaces, trying tough skin on sharp conscience,endurance in the hot spots-searching out to define, ...
Elegy For A Jet Pilot (A.R. Ammons Poems)
The blast skimsover the stringof takeoff lightsandrelinquishingplace and timelofts toseparation:the plume, rosesliver, growsacross thehigh-lit eveningsky: by thisMays Landing creekshot pinecones,skinned ...
Rivulose (A. R. Ammons Poem)
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
Small Song (A. R. Ammons Poem)
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away (A. R. Ammons)
Rapids (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out ...
Hymn (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
When I Was Young the Silk (A. R. Ammons Poem)
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: ...
In Memoriam Mae Noblitt (A. R. Ammons Poem)
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
Mule Song (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
Poetics (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come ...
Design (A. R. Ammons Poem)
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held ...
Rogue Elephant (A. R. Ammons Poem)
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
Gravelly Run (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
So I Said I Am Ezra (A. R. Ammons Poem)
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
Recovery (A. R. Ammons Poem)
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset shot them black into infinity: next morning darkness returned from the ...
The City Limits (A. R. Ammons Poem)
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
Crowride (A. R. Ammons Poem)
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the system so friction-free, the bobbing ...
An Improvisation For Angular Momentum (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
After Yesterday (A. R. Ammons Poem)
After yesterday afternoon's blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from leaves and twigs ...
Called Into Play (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
Shit List; Or, Omnium-gatherum Of Diversity Into Unity (A. R. Ammons Poem)
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
Eyesight (A. R. Ammons Poem)
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I've missed ...
Still (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Weathering (A. R. Ammons Poem)
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine (A. R. Ammons)
Their Sex Life (A. R. Ammons Poem)
One failure on Top of another (A. R. Ammons)
Identity (A. R. Ammons Poem)
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
Easter Morning (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Release (A. R. Ammons Poem)
After a long muggy hanging day the raindrops started so sparse the bumblebee flew between them home (A. R. Ammons)