Edward Hirsch (Edward Hirsch Poem)
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
I wayed by star and planet shine Towards the dear one's home At Kingsbere, there to make her mine When ...
I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar From rail-track and from highway, and I heard In field and farmstead many ...
December 1899 I She sits in the tawny vapour That the Thames-side lanes have uprolled, Behind whose webby fold-on-fold Like ...
Drifting on a tide from long ago, They swing at anchor silently Wreathed in early morning mist, Like ghosts grown ...
When outside the icy rain Comes leaping helter-skelter, Shall I tie my restive brain Snugly under shelter? Shall I make ...
The road narrowed, lost its freshness shoulders closing in as we drove from the city up into the country away ...
White knuckles on the wheel holding fast to my lane between the wiper strokes and blur of reckless drivers on ...
Democratic medians between the black gray Ribbons of Republican highways Ike got it done but She made it work Bright ...
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse - Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
A full moon shines over the morning frost; the lanes are full of late-fallen leaves; walking across the mulch is ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
Welcome to you rich Autumn days, Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind; When golden stocks are seen in fields, All ...
Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp, Let's grimly kiss with bated breath; As quietly and solemnly As Life ...
I am two fools, I know- For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman that ...
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of ...
I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost -- She -- each year -- leads her ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
My whole world is all you refuse: a black light, angelic and cold on the path to the orchard, fox-runs ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells, And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
(Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.) Come away! Come away! Ye are sober and dull through ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
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