A Piece Of The Storm (Mark Strand Poems)
For Sharon Horvath From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, ...
For Sharon Horvath From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, ...
Why did you travel? Because the house was cold. Why did you travel? Because it is what I have always ...
I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets. I empty my shoes and leave them beside ...
The relatives are leaning over, staring expectantly. They moisten their lips with their tongues. I can feel them urging me ...
It is all in the mind, you say, and has nothing to do with happiness. The coming of cold, the ...
We have done what we wanted. We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry of each other, and we have ...
It is an old story, the way it happens sometimes in winter, sometimes not. The listener falls to sleep, the ...
Someone was saying something about shadows covering the field, about how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning and the ...
1 When the moon appears and a few wind-stricken barns stand out in the low-domed hills and shine with a ...
1 If a man understands a poem, he shall have troubles. 2 If a man lives with a poem, he ...
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The ...
In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what ...
1 We are reading the story of our lives which takes place in a room. The room looks out on ...
I give up my eyes which are glass eggs. I give up my tongue. I give up my mouth which ...
Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the ...
There is a girl you like so you tell her your penis is big, but that you cannot get yourself ...
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