Mark Strand Poems (16 Poems)
The New Poetry Handbook (Mark Strand Poems)
1 If a man understands a poem, he shall have troubles. 2 If a man lives with a poem, he shall die lonely. 3 If a man lives with two poems, he shall be unfaithful to one. 4 If a … Continue reading
Eating Poetry (Mark Strand Poems)
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress. … Continue reading
Keeping Things Whole (Mark Strand Poems)
In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where … Continue reading
The Story Of Our Lives (Mark Strand Poems)
1 We are reading the story of our lives which takes place in a room. The room looks out on a street. There is no one there, no sound of anything. The tress are heavy with leaves, the parked cars … Continue reading
Giving Myself Up (Mark Strand Poems)
I give up my eyes which are glass eggs. I give up my tongue. I give up my mouth which is the contstant dream of my tongue. I give up my throat which is the sleeve of my voice. I … Continue reading
Lines For Winter (Mark Strand Poems)
Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself – inside the dome of dark or under the cracking white of … Continue reading
Courtship (Mark Strand Poems)
There is a girl you like so you tell her your penis is big, but that you cannot get yourself to use it. Its demands are ridiculous, you say, even self-defeating, but to be honored, somehow, briefly, inconspicuously in the … Continue reading
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, entered your room And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up From your book, … Continue reading
Answers (Mark Strand Poems)
Why did you travel? Because the house was cold. Why did you travel? Because it is what I have always done between sunset and sunrise. What did you wear? I wore a blue suit, a white shirt, yellow tie, and … Continue reading
The Remains (Mark Strand Poems)
I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets. I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road. At night I turn back the clocks; I open the family album and look at myself as a … Continue reading
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