The Kingfisher (Amy Clampitt Poems)
In a year the nightingales were said to be so loud they drowned out slumber, and peafowl strolled screaming beside ...
Amy Clampitt Poems (22 Poems)
A Hairline Fracture (Amy Clampitt Poems)
Whatever went wrong, that week, was more than weather: a shoddy streak in the fabric of the air of London ...
Stacking The Straw (Amy Clampitt Poems)
In those days the oatfields' fenced-in vats of running platinum, the yellower alloy of wheat and barley, whose end, however ...
Brought From Beyond (Amy Clampitt Poems)
The magpie and the bowerbird, its odd predilection unheard of by Marco Polo when he came upon, high in Badakhshan, ...
A Cure At Porlock (Amy Clampitt Poems)
For whatever did it-the cider at the Ship Inn, where the crowd from the bar that night had overflowed singing ...
The Cooling Tower (Amy Clampitt Poems)
By night a laddered diagram seen from the windows of this bedroom town-rayflowcrs of dread ascending and descending- identifies the ...
Dancers Exercising (Amy Clampitt Poems)
Frame within frame, the evolving conversation is dancelike, as though two could play at improvising snowflakes' six-feather-vaned evanescence, no two ...
Gradual Clearing (Amy Clampitt Poems)
Late in the day the fogwrung itself out like a spongein glades of rain,sieving the half-invisiblecove with speartips;then, in a ...
Syrinx (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Like the foghorn that's all lung, the wind chime that's all percussion, like the wind itself, that's merely air in ...
Vacant Lot With Pokeweed (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Tufts, follicles, grubstake biennial rosettes, a low- life beach-blond scruff of couch grass: notwithstanding the interglinting dregs of wholesale upheaval ...
The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews (Amy Clampitt Poem)
An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews, sphagnum- lined and shaped like a ...
A Catalpa Tree On West Twelfth Street (Amy Clampitt Poem)
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
Salvage (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop reverting to tar smudge, ...
Easter Morning (Amy Clampitt Poem)
a stone at dawn cold water in the basin these walls' rough plaster imageless after the hammering of so much ...
Exmoor (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
Fog (Amy Clampitt Poem)
A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands' spruce-tips drunk ...
Nothing Stays Put (Amy Clampitt Poem)
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating (Amy Clampitt Poem)
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees (Amy Clampitt Poem)
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
A Hermit Thrush (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
A Silence (Amy Clampitt Poem)
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
Beach Glass (Amy Clampitt Poem)
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...