The Metaphysical Paintings (John Perreault Poems)
<i>1. The Enigma of Arrival</i>We are nude beneath our costumesas in the false myths we have been forcedto memorizeand there ...
<i>1. The Enigma of Arrival</i>We are nude beneath our costumesas in the false myths we have been forcedto memorizeand there ...
I. You arrive in a new town.Your suitcase yawns. Your troublesUnpack themselves and dress up.A night on the town! Poor town.The ...
They spent my life plotting against me.With nothing to do but cultivate themselves,but to be there, aligning their shadows,they were ...
All night I dreamed of my home,of the roads that are so longand straight they die in the middle-among the ...
after MontalePack your suitcase, my childwith all your poems sacred and profanepack itand throw it into the river.The river will ...
The blue glasses, found in an elevated railroad car,belong to the victim, Lady Morton.But Nat and the coroner, misled to ...
When a man is in lovehow can he use old words?Should a womandesiring her loverlie down withgrammarians and linguists?I said ...
I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on atrain and that they never were recovered.I can't match ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
She woke me up at dawn, her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels. I sat up and ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Its silver clasp looks like a man grasping his hands above his head in victory; the latches, like twin hatchbacks ...
On the road with billowing poplars, In a country flat and desolate To the far-off gray horizon, wherein obscurely, A ...
"Carry your suitcase, Sir?" he said. I turned away to hide a grin, For he was shorter by a head ...
I am packing to go to the airport but somehow I am never packed. I keep remembering more things I ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
For years we've had a little dog, Last year we acquired a big dog; He wasn't big when we got ...
The ship that took my mother to Ellis Island Eighty-three years ago was named "The Mercy." She remembers trying to ...
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