Wild Gratitude (Edward Hirsch Poems)
Tonight when I knelt down next to our cat, Zooey,And put my fingers into her clean cat's mouth,And rubbed her ...
Tonight when I knelt down next to our cat, Zooey,And put my fingers into her clean cat's mouth,And rubbed her ...
Saturday morning in late March.I was alone and took a long walk,though I also carried a bookof the Alone, which ...
Out here in the exact middle of the day,This strange, gawky house has the expressionOf someone being stared at, someone ...
Fall, falling, fallen. That's the way the seasonChanges its tense in the long-haired maplesThat dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped ...
At this hour the soul floats weightlesslythrough the city streets, speechless and invisible,astonished by the smoky blend of grays and ...
Tonight I want to say something wonderfulfor the sleepwalkers who have so much faithin their legs, so much faith in ...
Twelve years old and lovesick, bumblingand terrified for the first time in my life,but strangely hopeful, too, and stunned,definitely stunned-I ...
Don't desert mejust because I stayed up last nightwatching The Lost Weekend.I know I've spent too much timepraising your naked ...
I walked down to the sea in the early morningafter a long insomniac night.I climbed over the giant gull-colored rocksand ...
I used to mock my father and his chumsfor getting up early on Sunday morningand drinking coffee at a local ...
My father in the night shuffling from room to roomon an obscure mission through the hallway.Help me, spirits, to penetrate ...
Today I am pulling on a green wool sweaterand walking across the park in a dusky snowfall.The trees stand like ...
You're sitting at a small bay windowin an empty caf(Edward Hirsch)
I am so small walking on the beachat night under the widening sky.The wet sand quickens beneath my feetand the ...
I wish I could find that skinny, long-beaked boywho perched in the branches of the old branch library.He spent the ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
Lay these words into the dead man's grave next to the almonds and black cherries--- tiny skulls and flowering blood-drops, ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
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