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Author: BOOTH, PHILIP Matches Found: 308 Booth, Philip Poet's Biography 308 poems available by this author A NUMBER OF WAYS OF LOOKING AT IT Poem Text First Line: In farms along the savannah ADAM Poem Text First Line: I take thee now to be no other ADDING IT UP First Line: My mind's eye opens before Last Line: If I can't worry I count ADMISSION OF GUILT First Line: Long before october cold %touched frost to this high orchardrow Last Line: And I, a vernal adam, told %eve when she should find the fruit AFTER THE EXHIBITION First Line: Locker rooms or Last Line: Colse in the %dark: still %miles from %home, I feel %a drop of exquisite %oil grow %at the tip %of m AFTER THE FIRST DEATH First Line: Here's where we live Last Line: You might say, comes %home quite close AFTER THE REBUILDING First Line: After the rebuilding was done, and Last Line: The chunks in; he found himself burning, burning AFTER THE THRESHER First Line: There must be people, if Last Line: Under tons of possible air AGAIN First Line: Now and again Last Line: Return you your sharp small moan AGAIN, THE SOLSTICE First Line: Still, %a stillness Last Line: Only now, are just %beginning to candle AGELESS MINUTES First Line: Having, for nearly an hour Last Line: You're here, still here AGES Poem Text First Line: Goddammit, shut the moon off AGES First Line: Goddammit, shut the moon off Last Line: Never will be. Not for bejesusly ever ALBA First Line: A slit of streetlight, angled Last Line: Long dear, how deep you reach ALL NIGHT THE WIND Last Line: Pretending to know %the trees' translation ALL-NIGHT RADIO First Line: Barely home from his false-alarm trip Last Line: Most expensive full-service funeral parlor AMONG HOUSES First Line: Among houses, none an adequate windbreak Last Line: Nothing to speak of left ANIMAL FAIR First Line: Until I was a roustabout ANYBODY WHO CAN, IDENTIFY HIMSELF First Line: The voice is familiar Last Line: Looking myself in the eye ARGUMENT First Line: Looked in on through the kitchen window Last Line: We've learned entirely from each other ASIDE FROM THE LIFE Last Line: As if nothing %were more important BACKCOUNTRY First Line: Fields between woodlots Last Line: For once, how history %tastes on each other's lips BEE First Line: A bumbler for sure Last Line: Bee took off %into wavery life BEFORE SLEEP First Line: The day put away before bed Last Line: The breath of sleepers I cannot help love BEYOND EQUINOX First Line: The sailboats hauled, their seasonal moorings Last Line: And her cat move from room to room with the sun BOLT Poem Text First Line: It's shot all right: this bolt BUILDING HER First Line: Wood: learning it: %feeling the tree Last Line: Take to sea the way the tree knew wind BY SELF-DEFINITION Last Line: I didn't become %a poet for nothing CALENDAR First Line: Two months after Last Line: She came that close CALLING First Line: Across the bay, under its heavy northwest sky Last Line: I ought to call father. It's time I called father CATWISE First Line: Coming out from a movie CHANCES First Line: As whitecaps ride Last Line: Love remains the mystery %love, in us, informs CHAPTER ONE First Line: When mother came in there was light CHART 1203 Poem Text First Line: Whoever works a storm to windward, sails Subject(s): Sailing & Sailors CHART 1203 First Line: Whoever works a storm to windward, sails Last Line: Dredges. He knows the chart is not the sea CHEKHOV Poem Text First Line: Finally/I have come to you Subject(s): Chekhov, Anton (1860-1904) CHOOSING A HOMESITE First Line: If possible, choose a lot Last Line: Now that the bombsight is obsolete, %today's best buy is ground zero CIVILITIES First Line: Kids in the city, where Last Line: Lovely dark clods of cowdung CLEANING OUT THE GARAGE First Line: Hooks, screw-eyes, and screws; the walls Last Line: Mean to leave here: how to let go what won't do COLD WATER FLAT First Line: Come to conquer %this living labyrinth of rock Last Line: In the city that a murderer designed? COME JUNE First Line: Come june, big stars Last Line: Swells tight as the head of a drum COMING TO First Line: Coming to woods in light spring sun Last Line: I let my head bow as I name them CONVOY Poem Text First Line: One blueberry morning in maine Subject(s): Dogs COUNTERSHADOW First Line: In daylight, even Last Line: Light, dissolves %in dark cement Subject(s): Shadows COUNTING THE WAYS First Line: Beyond expectation, or toward Last Line: Most surely: %before, during, and after CREATURES Poem Text First Line: Out of season, a weather CROSSING First Line: Stop -- look -- listen Last Line: Boxcar, %caboose! Subject(s): Railroads CROSSTREES First Line: He'd followed the telephone wires for miles, a wire Last Line: Of the deer were soft as the mouths of sheep CROWS Poem Text First Line: So. Nine crows to this april field Subject(s): Crows CROWS First Line: So. Nine crows to this april field Last Line: Lies, bleached on the road by april sun. %so. April. The crows in possession DANCE First Line: After small rain, the wind Last Line: I've been waiting to hold you DARK First Line: He knocked. He could hear her Last Line: Then, when it opened, there %was nobody there DARK COMES DOWN Last Line: The dead go on their own way DATA First Line: While I was mowing Last Line: Rooted, wondering %why, on %one foot DAY THE TIDE First Line: The day the tide went out Last Line: The terrible cape of good hope DAYRISE First Line: At first light I hear miles of silence Last Line: On the low spruce crown of the woodlot we call cold knoll DEAR LIFE First Line: The heart shivers to stay the mind's worry Last Line: Still hold on for what used to be called dear life DEER ISLE First Line: Out-island once, on a south slope Last Line: If I didn't go now I never would DENYING THE DAY'S MILE First Line: Always on clear mornings Last Line: Is already yesterday DIRECTIONS First Line: Imagine your insuranceman figuring how to say Last Line: Of her husband, to his constant amazement, can you imagine? DRAGGING First Line: A whole week. Out of Last Line: Weighs the whole bottom DREAM OF RUSSIA First Line: On the trans-siberian Last Line: And hundreds of wild russian flowers DREAMBOAT First Line: Wanting a boat, making the rounds Last Line: Out across the atlantic DREAMSCAPE First Line: On the steep road Last Line: Want to explain it DURWARD: SETTING HIS TRAWL Last Line: You know what I thought, %I thought fuckit EATON'S BOATYARD First Line: To make do, making a living Last Line: What has to be made %to make do EGO First Line: When I was on night line Last Line: I used to get all revved up ENTRY First Line: Sheer cold here %four straight days Last Line: To make myself known EVENING First Line: Evening: the fog rides in over small woods Last Line: The man and his son dug in june from the field FAIRY TALE First Line: Half awake, the boy in the big bed haunted Last Line: In bed; which was not the world he wanted FALLBACK First Line: An outdoor sign: under the big word farview Last Line: In the sweetfern high on an island FALLING APART First Line: The windows stay Last Line: Only the windows stay FARVIEW HOME First Line: For days she was calm, even on days Last Line: Up there, is there going to be two pianos FEW RIFFS FOR HAYDEN, SITTING IN WITH HIS HORN First Line: Been readin your book, thinkin Last Line: After you've gone %you'll still be around FIGURING HOW First Line: A tidal river Last Line: He's maybe got to saint john. %or even sacramento FIRE ON THE ISLAND First Line: People, on their safe shore, two miles Last Line: Its own low smouldering FIRST LESSON First Line: Lie back, daughter, let your head Last Line: Stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you FIRST NIGHT First Line: Breathing the wonder, easing Last Line: Hold and behold you, self and %other, together and each FIRST SONG First Line: Oh, when the sun goes down Last Line: To call my love my own, my own FIRST STORM First Line: August loaded with anvil clouds Last Line: Playing with his official football FLINCHING First Line: Crossing from where he has been Last Line: Wherever he moves is over the edge FOG First Line: Winded, drifting to rest Last Line: Toward the life I'm still trying to get at FOG-TALK Poem Text First Line: Walking the heaved cement sidewalk down main street Last Line: All sorts of joy, nodding yes. He says I don't know Subject(s): Fog; Friendship; Old Age FOG-TALK First Line: Walking the heaved cement sidewalk down main street Last Line: All sorts of joy, nodding yes. He says I don't know GAME First Line: Between periods, %boys at the urinals Last Line: I would come back in GARDEN First Line: Went to a man in Last Line: Of the world, out %at all the old sky GATHERING GREENS First Line: In thin snow Last Line: Point me out %to the coast GENERATION First Line: A bald fifty-some Last Line: He shaves considering %all the trouble GIRL IN A GALLERY First Line: She's looking away from me Last Line: To laugh, my elbows %begin to cheer GIVEN THIS DAY, NONE Last Line: To give thanks that %life takes place GLOVE Poem Text First Line: A good leather left one Subject(s): Gloves; Mittens; Muffs GLOVE First Line: A good leather left one Last Line: As can be, as bare as %I've just become GRAFFITO First Line: My father, 79 %died in his home bed Last Line: I felt the whole stall dance GREAT FARM Poem Text First Line: In april, when raining is sunlight GREEN SONG Poem Text First Line: The year is around me now GROWING UP IN KANKAKEE First Line: Irrevocably the day begins our toward each other turnings Last Line: We always thought we wanted to be GUIDE First Line: In the country we've come to Last Line: The ones who do the shooting love %the job: their bonus is more bullets HALF-LIFE First Line: 3:00 a.M. Back Last Line: Tries and tries %to hold me HAND First Line: In sheer pain, or Last Line: Closed, it is %already full HARD COUNTRY First Line: In hard country each white house, separated Last Line: Of shadow and light HE First Line: He was fifteen. And she, wisconsin Last Line: Woken up from the difficult dark HE'S HALF First Line: He's half beside himself Last Line: To set himself free HEADING OUT Poem Text First Line: Beyond here there's no map Subject(s): Travel; Journeys; Trips HEADING OUT First Line: Beyond here there's no map Last Line: It comes to you're bound to know HERON Poem Text First Line: In the copper marsh / I saw a stilted heron / wade the tidal wash Last Line: Marsh flew through my flesh Subject(s): Environment; Herons; Journeys; Trips HERON First Line: In the copper marsh %I saw a stilted heron %wade the tidal wash Last Line: I saw the herring flash %and drop. And the dash %of lesser wings in the barren %marsh flew through m Subject(s): Poetry And Poets; Travel HEY, BRO First Line: My bro-in law said as Last Line: All right. And the rest of %them all came at me, %putting familiar hands out, %as I continued to sha HIS NURSE, AT BEDSIDE, SAID WHAT IS IT? Last Line: I tell you it's nothing, %nothing is all HOPE First Line: Old spirit, in and beyond me Last Line: And -- if it happens -- glad waking HOT 5TH OF JULY First Line: A housepainter ladder'd up Last Line: Around the scorched lawn HOUSE IN THE TREES First Line: Within an island of trees in the space of nature Last Line: He would have, finally, to leave it HOW TO SEE DEER Poem Text First Line: Forget roadside crossings Last Line: What you see Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Deer HOW TO SEE DEER First Line: Forget roadside crossings Last Line: Careless of nothing. See %what you see Subject(s): Poetry And Poets IN THIS GRAY DEPRESSION Last Line: Willing at last to begin INCREDIBLE YACHTS First Line: The incredible yachts: stays Last Line: What harbor they were in ISLANDERS First Line: Winters when we set our traps offshore Last Line: And fished, like us, offshore, as if it were IT IS BEING First Line: It is being offshore; nothing that's not horizon Last Line: It is being outside one's limits, the horizon's one man JAKE'S WHARF First Line: Days like this, off jake's, the august fog Last Line: The wharf leans seaward in the ebb-tide chop Subject(s): Wharves JAZZ IN THE GARDEN First Line: By the summer sea, jazz in the public garden Last Line: How early the dark has begun to come down JUDGE First Line: His life, lifelong, denied Last Line: Good is not good enough LABRADOR RIVER First Line: A half-day north of nain Last Line: They are met. They hold. They are waiting LATE SPRING: EASTPORT First Line: On the far side %of the storm %window, as close Last Line: Single %bud; by this %time next %week inside this old glass %the whole room will %bloom Subject(s): Poetry And Poets LATE WAKINGS First Line: This is the gray of it Last Line: All day the sky's smearing up LETTER FROM A DISTANT LAND Poem Text First Line: Henry, my distant kin LETTER FROM A DISTANT LAND First Line: Henry, my dearest kin, %I live halfway Last Line: To say my strange love in a distant land LICHENS First Line: Close to the point a mile upriver Last Line: Close to the bone of the planet LIFE First Line: As quick as a hawk's wing tipped Last Line: Still lift and touch me as %she sails all the way through Subject(s): Environment; Nature LIFETIMES First Line: A day, %close to each other's Last Line: Waiting for %thirty-two years LIGHTLY First Line: The jazz, the beat Last Line: Into a new %letting go LIGHTS First Line: A bare winter, east of east blue hill Last Line: Headed to work flicks his headlights up LINES FROM AN ORCHARD ONCE SURVEYED BY THOREAU First Line: I've lived by the world's rules Last Line: To any more fullness, I think I'd %turn into a woman LINESQUALL First Line: So much upwelling in the sky Last Line: We wait, to calm. There is, for now, no telling LIVES First Line: The life we've lived Last Line: Who are we in ourselves LIVES First Line: A far coast %the dark come down early Last Line: We keep wanting %to know LONG AFTERNOONS IN DAKOTA First Line: Some plainly hot Last Line: Probably by hovhaness LONG STORY First Line: Bring up on the screen Last Line: Still at %heart, while you %call up %your own answers LONGINGS First Line: To be young Last Line: For the old rest %of your life LOOKING First Line: Looking for who she Last Line: Might let herself come MAN IN MAINE First Line: North. The bare time Last Line: Come close some fierce MAN WHO LOST HIS WIFE First Line: Words get to him now. They leap out of Last Line: Everything means something else Subject(s): Love - Loss Of; Marriage; Mourning MARCH First Line: Wet snow blinds the window Last Line: Feel her, and feel for her, %all this wild march night MARCH AGAIN First Line: Yesterday the tulip shoots, considering Subject(s): Nature MARCH AGAIN First Line: Yesterday the tulip shoots, considering Last Line: I'm jigging a bright hook for perch, maybe walleye %or hornpout. For whatever I thought might come Subject(s): Nature MARCHES First Line: Sun just up on the century's earliest equinox Last Line: What march may be like in maybe the year 2000 Subject(s): Aids (disease); Sickness MARY'S, AFTER DINNER First Line: Both hands talking, raised to shoulder height Last Line: Our language validate our lives MEASURES First Line: The poems so short Last Line: The life so long to learn MOMENT Poem Text First Line: The old sting. Dead Subject(s): Death; Dead, The MR. FROST AND THE MAYOR First Line: Eight years before he died Last Line: And went on fearlessly talking NARROW ROAD, PRESIDENTS' DAY First Line: As I drive by Last Line: Happens, the new %lambs will come Subject(s): Driving And Drivers; Roads NATURAL HISTORY First Line: March: a porcupine spent Last Line: Dies without sorrow NAVIGATION Poem Text First Line: Far inland, he Last Line: To naviagte by Subject(s): Nature NAVIGATION First Line: Far inland, he Last Line: Star, if he ever %sails offshore, he %nightly figures %to navigate by Subject(s): Nature NEBRASKA, U.S.A First Line: In this far flat land, far from any home NIGHTSONG Poem Text First Line: Beside you, Subject(s): Togetherness NIGHTSONG First Line: Beside you, %lying down at dark Last Line: There is no dark, nor death NO MATTER HOW I FEEL Last Line: As my mind's several voices NOAM WAS IN INTENSIVE CARE WHEN HE CAME TO Last Line: I know, noam said, it already has NORTH Poem Text First Line: North is weather, winter and change Subject(s): North, The NORTH HAVEN First Line: Two old friends, dead too early NOT TO TELL LIES First Line: He has come to a certain age Last Line: In order not %to tell lies NOTHING ANSWERS TO Last Line: The raw beauty of being NOTHING IS GIVEN Last Line: Nothing is unforgiving NOTHING IS MORE THAN Last Line: Of not being I cannot %learn to believe in NOTHING IS SURE Last Line: We close, seems %to accelerate NOVEMBER SUN Poem Text First Line: A raw dawn. Hard wind Subject(s): November NOVEMBER SUN First Line: A raw dawn. Hard wind Last Line: Animal rescue league %model: living life %as it's given, %letting %pure being become her OF WHALES AND MEN: 1864 First Line: The possible %world Last Line: To be general %practice OLD First Line: Old, the old know cause to be bitter Last Line: They know it can get no better OLD AIRMAN WHO KNOWS WHO HE WAS First Line: In the light of twelve-o'clock-high Last Line: When he finally finds me OLD MAN First Line: This is a dream I needed Last Line: Not to say I adore her, trusting her %to dream what I have not said OLD MARCH HILL First Line: Worst winter in years Last Line: It felt like %half of us half-believed him Subject(s): Marching And Marches; Winter ORD KEPT ASKING Last Line: Gets numb and falls in ORIGINAL SEQUENCE Poem Text First Line: Time was the apple adam ate Last Line: Stopped feet. He reached and wound the clock Subject(s): Bible; Religion; Theology ORIGINAL SEQUENCE First Line: Time was the apple adam ate Last Line: Stopped feet. He reached, and wound the clock Subject(s): Bible; Religion OSSIPEE: NOVEMBER First Line: The dark fold of the land Last Line: Won't unlock until april OUTLOOK Poem Text First Line: Lying flat, under a green machine Subject(s): Pickers (machines) OUTLOOK First Line: Lying flat, under a green machine Last Line: Sky. Which when I %came in, was just beginning to snow OVER ANTARCTICA First Line: So. After years of plans and logistics Last Line: From point no point back to point no point PAIRS First Line: Years now, good days Last Line: But hear, their years %of tidal laughter PASSAGE WITHOUT RITES First Line: Homing, inshore, from far off-soundings Last Line: Deeply sounding our own PHOTOGRAPHER First Line: I hunt. %I hunt light Last Line: Shapes how %lives deepen Subject(s): Photography And Photographers PICKUP First Line: Riding high. %over the blunt hood Last Line: Out there, from here to iowa, %waiting PLACES WITHOUT NAMES First Line: Ilion: besieged ten years. Sung hundreds more, then Last Line: Ours: their holy names, those sacrilegious places POEM FOR THE TURN OF THE CENTURY First Line: Wars ago, wars ago %this dawn Last Line: Like a wreath %laid on the sea POOR First Line: Back of the river Last Line: Can't never afford %to get to be forehanded POST-EQUINOX SPECTRA Poem Text First Line: Still weeks to ice-out Last Line: Or april fools' first Subject(s): Winter POSTCARD FROM PORTSMOUTH First Line: This still house Last Line: To keep %swimming out into PREPOSITIONS First Line: The first race he Last Line: I get out from under PRESENCE Poem Text First Line: That we are here: that we could question PRESENCE First Line: That we are here: that we can question who Last Line: In the valleys and waves of this irrefutable planet PRIDE'S CROSSING First Line: Born to prides crossing Last Line: Until I know that it has? PROCESSION First Line: A white-throat flicked into the sunset window Last Line: These same winter stars beginning to show PROFESSOR'S FINAL ADDRESS First Line: He tries to keep up. %to catch the first name Last Line: Finally I'm come to make %my own bed PROVISIONS First Line: The paperback somebody left on the plane Last Line: As you possibly can simply to hum to yourself PUBLIC BROADCAST First Line: Sunday, late. The winter dark already coming down Last Line: Are wide with glory, their lips already moist RAIN Poem Text First Line: It's raining where I am Subject(s): Rain RATES First Line: A caterpillar, long Last Line: Withholding %its tall report REACH ROAD: IN MEDIAS RES First Line: A roadside field, shielded Last Line: To approach, or re- %proach, who we have %seemed to become REACHING IN First Line: Reaching in to measure momentum Last Line: Make waves in probability theory RECALL First Line: Father, %without you, I drift off at work Last Line: The way I need to get myself back RECALLINGS First Line: After his father's Last Line: In the whole world REFUSING THE SEA Poem Text First Line: As headlands weather a gale Subject(s): Storms RELATIONS First Line: From broken dreams, %we wake to every day's Last Line: By how to each other %we hold REQUIESCAT: WESTERN UNION First Line: The yellow pads. The cream walls Last Line: To peck out all the emotion ROETHKE, THEODORE First Line: When I saw that clumsy crow Last Line: Into a moonless black, %deep in the brain, far back ROOM 301 First Line: Pain. No matter Last Line: Probing for its raw landing strip ROUT First Line: The latitude frozen: %a road straight through Last Line: The government sent %them to do: gun it, %flat out, straight%into the continent RULE ONE Poem Text First Line: Rule one of all Subject(s): Compassion RULE ONE First Line: Rule one of all Last Line: How much we never SAYING IT Poem Text First Line: Saying it. Trying SAYING IT First Line: Saying it. Trying %to say it. Not Last Line: Today if ever to %say the joy of trying %to say the joy SEA LEVEL First Line: Late may. Morning fog after Last Line: Flooding, incomparable in its own light SEA-CHANGE; JOHN MARIN (1870-1953) First Line: Marin / saw how it feels Variant Title(s): Marin Subject(s): Marin, John Cheri (1870-1953) SEA-CHANGE; JOHN MARIN (1870-1953) First Line: Marin %saw how it feels Last Line: And is more maine %than maine Variant Title(s): Mari Subject(s): Marin, John Cheri (1870-1953) SEASONS First Line: Bear: beware, from the last days Last Line: On you, on your kind, who have no reason to know, %the law still says there is no closed season Subject(s): Nature SECOND NOON First Line: New to light that first noon Last Line: But full, at high noon, to themselves SEEING First Line: Far west of here Last Line: The very small orchard %outside this back window SEEING AUDEN OFF Poem Text First Line: Ithaca last night, syracuse at noon, cedar rapids tonight Subject(s): Auden, Wystan Hugh (1907-1973) SELF-SENTENCE First Line: Until he backlit Last Line: Life is perfectible SENTENCES First Line: Early on, I bought too much Last Line: Even as we eat %we know we starve SEVEN STATES First Line: Early dawn, everywhere june, waking Last Line: Every mapped border we won't %again cross SEVENTY First Line: Zero out the kitchen Last Line: Waves like this storm, %fetched from a far shore SHAG Poem Text First Line: Under the slow heron Subject(s): Cormorants SHAG First Line: Under the slow heron Last Line: And the seventh shag, lagging SHE First Line: Attending the bed where he is near gone to ground Last Line: Consenting, until his own consent is accomplished SHORT DAY First Line: The calm deck of a cradled Last Line: As she comes in %to light SIASCONSET SONG First Line: The girls %of golden summers whirl Last Line: Ever gold %lives SIXTY First Line: Spring hills, dark contraries Last Line: And now again. Again SIXTY-SIX First Line: Waking himself, %without any alarm Last Line: Wordless motel, and drove straight %to the graveside SIXTY-THREE First Line: Man I thought I knew well Last Line: Courage takes love and gives SLOW BREAKER First Line: Washing on granite Last Line: Cannot see through SMALL TOWN Poem Text First Line: You know. / the light on upstairs Last Line: You know you cannot stop weeping Subject(s): Neighbors; Towns SMALL TOWN First Line: You know Last Line: You know you cannot stop weeping Subject(s): Neighbors; Towns SO First Line: So, there's no way to be sure. Not Last Line: Are going to be, is who and how we best love SORTING IT OUT First Line: At the table she used to sew at SPECIES First Line: For seasons beyond count, age Last Line: After warning of how they became extinct SPIT Poem Text First Line: The chipewyans play it Subject(s): Native Americans; Games; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America; Recreation; Pastimes; Amusements STATES First Line: Thought it was still new hampshire STATIONS Poem Text First Line: The old, their big shoulders humped Last Line: To end, the far side of the macon station Subject(s): African Americans; Railroad Stations; Negroes; American Blacks STATIONS First Line: The old, their big shoulders humped Last Line: To end, the far side of the macon station Subject(s): African Americans; Railroad Stations STONINGTON First Line: Fog come over us Last Line: Come over all of us STORM IN A FORMAL GARDEN First Line: Where my struck mother stays Last Line: Last path my heart must rake STOVE First Line: I wake up in the bed my grandmother died in Last Line: Queen clarion %wood & bishop %bangor, maine %1911 STRIP First Line: Mobius knew; he %figured it out Last Line: Back into himself SUPPOSITION WITH QUALIFICATION First Line: If he could say it, he meant to Last Line: Fall where it would. If he could say it SYNTAX First Line: Short of words in that quick dark Last Line: Which, if she could, would ease him TABLE First Line: Before he died, he thought Last Line: Any words that might measure TALK ABOUT WALKING First Line: Where am I going? I'm going Last Line: I'm not going to say TENANTS' HARBOR First Line: Listen, the tide has turned Last Line: Comic as ducks, we share it TENEMENT ROOF Poem Text First Line: Strange, our not knowing Subject(s): Pigeons TERMS First Line: On land any length of rope that's hitched Last Line: As the bitter end. As it is in other events, %ashore or at sea, that come to the end of the line THANKSGIVING (1) First Line: The tides in my eye are heavy Last Line: On the hill where she, too, was once young Subject(s): Family Life THANKSGIVING (2) First Line: In the beginning was Last Line: Now, we give up tears %and, being gathered, sing THANKSGIVING 1963 Poem Text First Line: She walks a beach assaulted by the sea Last Line: And finally weep, this night of our dark thanks Subject(s): Kennedy, John Fitzgerald (1917-1963); Onassis, Jacqueline Kennedy (1929-1994) THANKSGIVING 1963 First Line: She walks a beach assaulted by the sea Last Line: Now may she sleep by how the slow sea breaks. %and finally weep, this night of our dark thanks Subject(s): Kennedy, John Fitzgerald (1917-1963); Onassis, Jacqueline Kennedy (1929-1994) THE DANCER Poem Text First Line: The dancer mended sheep and tended fences Subject(s): Dancing & Dancers; Farm Life; Agriculture; Farmers THE HEAVY POET Poem Text First Line: Bunged-up like any general Subject(s): Poetry & Poets THE MISERY OF MECHANICS Poem Text THE PROFESSOR'S FINAL ADDRESS Poem Text First Line: He tries to keep up Subject(s): Teaching & Teachers; Educators; Professors THE SEINERS Poem Text First Line: On the summer's edge end THE TOWER Poem Text First Line: Strangers ask THESE MEN Poem Text First Line: What is man, that mindful of him Subject(s): Men THESE MEN First Line: What is man, that mindful of him Last Line: Grave rise, sentence themselves to know THINKING ABOUT HANNAH ARENDT First Line: The kitchen stove wood-ash Last Line: With a reason dear beyond reason THIS DAY AFTER YESTERDAY Last Line: Your spirit, now. May it, %with them, be lighter THOREAU NEAR HOME First Line: Seasick off cape ann, by moonlight Last Line: How sunlight fell on asia minor THREE AWAKENINGS IN NEW ENGLAND: 1. WAKING EARLY First Line: 3:00 a.M. %storm rain come quick Last Line: Loved waking to read, reading %to sleep Subject(s): Waking THREE AWAKENINGS IN NEW ENGLAND: 2. WAKING LATE First Line: One settles. %into a chair Last Line: In the bowl on the kitchen table Subject(s): Waking THREE AWAKENINGS IN NEW ENGLAND: 3. REAWAKENING First Line: In a house twice older Last Line: Against odds, %having %and ardent dawn THREE POETS NEAR THE 92ND STREET Y First Line: After his second single malt Last Line: Seeing who goes %home with whom TIMES Poem Text First Line: No longer the old noon whistle TIMES First Line: No longer the old noon whistle Last Line: To arriving we must constantly wait TO CHEKHOV First Line: Finally %I have come to you Last Line: To tell me where I've been TO THINK First Line: Suppose the astronomers right Last Line: Wonder what we were ever about TOLLS First Line: Midnight tolls its decision Last Line: No one goes free TOWER First Line: Strangers ask always, how tall Last Line: Yes, not quite %the same TREE NURSERY First Line: Infinite rows of calm Last Line: Fails to take its own shape TURNING First Line: It softens now. April snow TWO First Line: Out of doors. Climbed out Last Line: Fulfilled, the earth %again returns to world TWO INCH WAVE First Line: The sea, flat %on a coming tide Last Line: On their own inviolate wavelength TWO LETTERS First Line: Acres of feed-corn, rows of it close to Last Line: His eyes sting with tears he still can't let go UNITED STATES First Line: All right, we are two nations Last Line: Read this %presume you know the other US First Line: Us. Winter stars Last Line: Immeasurably close VALLEY ROAD First Line: Before eight, %the sun already hours up Last Line: At every %schoolbus stop VIEWS First Line: Waking, you thumb the remote Last Line: Bouncing back from space the emptiness we feed them VISITING GRANDMA: OMAHA 1932 First Line: Ginger ale WANTING First Line: Coastal rain, an iron sky Last Line: Myself over a dark match of ants %crossing the bedrock granite WAS A MAN First Line: Was a man, was a two- %faced man, pretended Last Line: In final terror hung %the wrong face back WAS IT First Line: Was it he said she said or Last Line: It's your letting me get old WATCHING OUT First Line: As soon as whenever spring Last Line: Watching out the same window WAY TIDE COMES First Line: It came close from out far Last Line: To follow it all the way out WAYS First Line: Gratefully, %with family around Last Line: Weeks of more tests WE USED TO SAY NOTHING'S Last Line: Just right, nothing will do WEAR First Line: I hate how things wear out Last Line: Is how blind tired I get WEDGE First Line: No matter what edge Last Line: In this new year's first snow WHEN I'M: WHERE YOU First Line: When I'm writing, as Last Line: Very world, to be us WHEN THE NURSE FINALLY BROUGHT IN HIS BEDPAN Last Line: Noam said, I said nothing WHERE TIDE First Line: The afternoon was almost gone WITHIN First Line: A peninsula church, october's last sunday Last Line: Guilt or reason, we let our eyes fill and be lifted WOMAN: A MIRROR First Line: What do I do with the rest of my life? Last Line: Now nobody need tell me, save myself WORD First Line: In a flat month Last Line: My heart could stand WORDS First Line: Tears. Tears aftr all Last Line: Emptied, her eyes %reach for mine WORDS FOR THE ROOM First Line: Today's a long season after thanksgiving Last Line: If I mean to revise my whole life WORDS MADE FROM LETTERS First Line: Letters made of words, mailed letters Last Line: Have given understanding to my heart WORLDS First Line: The horizon is flat Last Line: To keep on the ground WRITING IT DOWN First Line: Was an old man, no Last Line: A pre-posthumous poet's %raw self-sentence YOUNG First Line: They keep doing it Last Line: Begins its blind ring ZEROS First Line: Three zeros coming up Last Line: Will be survivors, that we'll %be the heroes who'll last |
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