Cherrylog Road (James Dickey Poems)
Off Highway 106At Cherrylog Road I enteredThe '34 Ford without wheels,Smothered in kudzu,With a seat pulled out to runCorn whiskey ...
Off Highway 106At Cherrylog Road I enteredThe '34 Ford without wheels,Smothered in kudzu,With a seat pulled out to runCorn whiskey ...
1. ON ASPHALT: NO GREENS Quarry out the stone of land, cobble the beach, wall surf, name it "street," allow ...
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
Father, dear Father, come home with me nowThe clock in the steeple strikes oneWe've got dover soles, lemon soles, camisoles, ...
A quiet ride in the car after the kites were back in the trunk, all buckled in and ready to ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
At one end of the couch you sit, mute as a pillow tossed onto the upholstery. I watch you sometimes ...
I will teach you my townspeople how to perform a funeral for you have it over a troop of artists- ...
Compelled by calamity's magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
I met a guy I used to know, who said: "You take your '57 Karnak, now, The model that they ...
This is a place on the way after the distances can no longer be kept straight here in this dark ...
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