| Date |
Title |
Content |
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Year of the Dragon |
They came along the dusty backroads
their... |
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Dark Country |
“Dark is a way and light is a place”
-... |
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Rain in Paris |
To have and to hold -
Ah yes! To... |
|
He kisses her after her shower |
When you come out, wet hair and a... |
|
Beltaine |
To the woods with us, O halcyon... |
|
'Farewell—for now!' |
(after Byron)
Farewell—for now! These... |
|
After The Creation |
We’re across a table, drinking the wine
in... |
|
Hymn to Earth |
The body as heaven—
Soft... |
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The Party |
We went to drink & be merry.
My love was... |
|
Roadsign on West 84 |
Earlier it was hot, but now you wear a... |
|
Ares |
It was all very long ago
in a terrible... |
|
Driving out of the Storm |
The Republican Convention has stormed my... |
|
Baptism by Fire |
That hall, those
High windows ...... |
|
Window to the World |
She is a window to him, and through her
you... |
|
Dreams |
After their story, how do they dream - our... |
|
Drinking Together |
First Glass
The settling beer, clear... |
|
Poetry |
I have a friend who hiked Mt. Parnassus
and... |
|
To the Elm Tree in My Back Yard |
Your lightest leaves sing to the... |
|
'We're getting to the heart of it now' |
We're getting to the heart of it now
the... |
|
'In the shadow of Olympus' |
In the shadow of Olympus
in the white lane... |
|
Learn Poetry in Less Than 50 Years! |
Forget genius — you haven’t got a... |
|
Dionysus |
In the magic ring of the bar, all things... |
|
Living in Exile |
I.
Living like robins do, from branch to... |
|
The World |
Beyond this bed there is a room
one of... |
|
'If when lost in the forest' |
"I died in the woods
because it made... |
|
Root River Poem |
As we walked down from Rushford
the land... |
|
The Men |
The men
closed in from the edge of the... |
|
The Alley |
for
|
|
Crossing Over |
I’d been over it earlier that day
and had... |
|
The White Forest |
The trees have taken the wandering rain
and... |
|
On the Steps |
For the photo,
|
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Room 36 at the Starry Night Hotel |
(after the
|
|
End of a Fairytale |
When you were the village goddess
They... |
|
Looking Away |
We cannot tell, we cannot tell
if he's... |
|
Springtime - the Girl |
The girl
in... |
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A Warning to Hunters |
As you walk the bankrupt woods
and... |
|
Aubade |
The little birds about my shutters
are... |
|
Minneapolis Mill Disaster, 1878 |
1.
They never found where the spark came... |
|
Dog Day |
(for Maizie)
onthebed he’s awake... |
|
Sunrise at the Castle |
The first time I came to the castle
they... |
|
To an Old Woman Gathering Wood |
"Old clothes upon old sticks to scare a... |
|
Smile |
We are at Town Hall, are we not?
Or outside... |
|
6pm |
UNTITLED
This is
a door.
This... |
|
Invocation to the Muse |
Come to me from off
The bar stool, the... |
|
After Everything |
"The desire for a feeling of importance is... |
|
On a photo of beat poets outside of City Lights |
They were the new Romantics, only
not as... |
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Progress in Spring |
May already and the lilacs
I planted for my... |
