Pursuit From Under (James Dickey Poems)
Often, in these blue meadows,I hear what passes for the bark of sealsAnd on August week ends the cold of ...
Often, in these blue meadows,I hear what passes for the bark of sealsAnd on August week ends the cold of ...
As in a'round wide view from some tall hill,Central and isolate, it happeneth oftThe furthest things on all sides eyeableAre ...
If ye have hearts, find ruth for me,Ye who in my gray eyes see desire.I would hide it for the ...
That blind man by the bridge, who is as grayAs a forgotten country's boundary stone,Might be the thing most constant ...
I treasure what front eaves faceand all that north windows frame.Bamboo winds lavish out windows,pine colors exquisite beyond eaves,I gather ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
OH AmericaThe sun sets in you.Are you the grave of our day?Shall I come to you, the open tomb of ...
A moment's grace, Pygmalion! Let me beA breath's space longer on this hither handOf fate too sweet, too sad, too ...
I It is a little isle amid bleak seas-An isolate realm of garden, circled roundBy importunity of stress and ...
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening ...
Love again: wanking at ten past three (Surely he's taken her home by now?), The bedroom hot as a bakery, ...
The Gentian has a parched Corolla -- Like azure dried 'Tis Nature's buoyant juices Beatified -- Without a vaunt or ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening ...
In every presence there is absence. When we're together, the spaces between Threaten to enclose our bodies And isolate our ...
The pure products of America go crazy- mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
I'm part of people I have known And they are part of me; The seeds of thought that I have ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what ...
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