The Hospital Window (James Dickey Poems)
I have just come down from my father.Higher and higher he liesAbove me in a blue lightShed by a tinted ...
I have just come down from my father.Higher and higher he liesAbove me in a blue lightShed by a tinted ...
When snow is here, and the trees look weird, And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in ...
When snow is here, and the trees look weird,And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in ...
As the stores close, a winter lightopens air to iris blue,glint of frost through the smokegrains of mica, salt of ...
Ah, you should see Cynddylan on a tractor.Gone the old look that yoked him to the soil,He's a new man ...
Those overtime nights in the ice factory, eyeing gauges, greasing gears: that's one thing. And the hours of clarinet lessons.All ...
"I - At Her Dugout Because it's cut in the canyon bank, you looked For a rabbit hole with a ...
Dear friends and neighbors, one and all,I'm pleased to meet you here;'Tis fit that we should make this callThus early ...
If you've ever stood a midwatch in the cavern of the night,With the sea wolves racing past you in a ...
Will you ever forget the mid-watches at sea?How you tumbled out sleepy and dazed,And though you maneuvered as still as ...
"she being Brand-new;and youknow consequently alittle stiff i wascareful of her and(havingthoroughly oiled the universaljoint tested my gas felt ofher ...
Smell of oil, of chlorine Burn the nose of this six year old My grandfather in his domain At the ...
Dearest, note how these two are alike: This harpsicord pavane by Purcell And the racer's twelve-speed bike. The machinery of ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
The night's drifts Pile up below me and behind my back, Slide down the hill, rise again, and build Eerie ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
I am lived. I am died. I was two-leafed three times, and grazed, but then I was stemmed and multiplied, ...
The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands, An iron authority against the snow, And this grey monument to common ...
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