The Perch (Galway Kinnell Poem)
There is a fork in a branch of an ancient, enormous maple, one of a grove of such trees, where ...
There is a fork in a branch of an ancient, enormous maple, one of a grove of such trees, where ...
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
-- for Jane kenyon It is a day after many days of storms. Having been washed and washed, the air ...
Goodbye, lady in Bangor, who sent me snapshots of yourself, after definitely hinting you were beautiful; goodbye, Miami Beach urologist, ...
The bud stands for all things, even those things that don't flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
He climbed to the top of one of those million white pines set out across the emptying pastures of the ...
1 I move my hand over slopes, falls, lumps of sight, Lashes barely able to be touched, Lips that give ...
Talking with my beloved in New York I stood at the outdoor public telephone in Mexican sunlight, in my purple ...
Wait, for now. Distrust everything, if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven't they carried you everywhere, up to ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
I The stars were wild that summer evening As on the low lake shore stood you and I And every ...
For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman ...
I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, ...
On the tidal mud, just before sunset, dozens of starfishes were creeping. It was as though the mud were a ...
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