Classic and Contemporary Poets

JAMES HARRISON

Poems found: 745

A DOMESTIC POEM FOR PORTIA

A REDOLENCE FOR NIMS

A SEQUENCE OF WOMEN: 1

A SEQUENCE OF WOMEN: 2

A SEQUENCE OF WOMEN: 3

A YEAR'S CHANGES

ACTRESSES I'VE KNOWN GROW YOUNGER

AFTER CAREFULLY LISTING MY 10,000 ILLUSIONS

AFTER FIFTY YEARS OR TRACKING CLOUDS

AFTER IKKYU: 10

AFTER IKKYU: 11

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AFTER IKKYU: 28

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AFTER IKKYU: 30

AFTER IKKYU: 31

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AFTER IKKYU: 33

AFTER IKKYU: 34

AFTER IKKYU: 35

AFTER IKKYU: 36

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AFTER IKKYU: 53

AFTER IKKYU: 54

AFTER IKKYU: 55

AFTER IKKYU: 56

AFTER IKKYU: 57

AFTER READING TAKAHASHI

AFTER ROWING MY BLUE AND BROWN BOAT

ALL I WANT TO BE

ALL THOSE SPIN BUTCHERS DROOLING

ALL THOSE YEARS

ALONE IN THE CAR

AS A BOY WHEN DESPERATE I'D PRAY WITH BARE KNEES

AS A CHILD I LOVED TO SQUARE-DANCE

AS LONG AS THE WOODPECKER

AT 62 I'VE OUTLIVED 95 PERCENT

AT DAWN, A RABBIT STRETCHES TALL

AT THE CABIN I LEFT HE CANOLA BOTTLE OPEN

AT THE END, JUST A PINCH OF THE WORLD

AT THE TIP OF MEMORY'S

AUTUMN DUSK, AND IN THE GRASS

AWAKE IN PARIS ALL NIGHT LISTENING TO RAIN

BETWEEN THE FOUR PADS

BIG FAT GARTER SNAKE

BIOMASS OF ANTS

BLACK DOG ON WHITE SNOW

BLACK SLEEVE FALLS BACK'

BLIND MAN NAVIGATES

BOOK ON THE ARMS OF MY CHAIR

BUCKET IN THE RAIN

BUDDHISTS SAY EVERYTHING IS LED BY MIND

BULLFROG GROANS

BUT THE SEVENTEEN-YEAR CICADA

BUTTERFLY'S BRAIN

CHARRED BEYOND RECOGNITION' IS BAD NEWS

CLEAR SUMMER DAWN

CLOCK STOPPED AT 5:30 FOR THREE MONTHS

COLDER THE RAINDROPS

COME CLOSE TO DEATH

COME TO THINK OF IT

COMING HOME FROM THE TAVERN

COMING HOME LATE FROM THE TAVERN

COUNTING BIRDS; FOR GERALD VIZENOR

COWDOGS CAUGHT THEIR FIRST JACKRABBIT

CREDO, AFTER E.P.

CROW WITH A RED BEAK

CRUMPLED CANDY WRAPPER

CUPS OF THE TULIPS

DEAD RACCOON, LEGS IN THE AIR

DEER HUNG FLAPPING

DEERFLIES DIE BY THE BILLIONS, THE COOL AIR

DEWDROPS ARE THE DREAMS

DNA SHOWS THAT I'M THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER

DO YOU FEEL YOUR AGE?' SHE ASKED

DOZEN DEAD HOUSEFLIES

EACH CLOCK TICK FALLS

EACH TIME I GO OUTSIDE THE WORLD

EARTH TOUCHED MOON

ELABORATE IS THE COURTLINESS

EVERY TIME I'VE HAD A SEA CHANGE

EVERYONE THOUGHT I'D DIE

FACE YOU LOOK OUT OF

FAIR/BOY CHRISTIAN TAKES A BREAK

FAT SNAKE'S GONE THIS YEAR

FAUCET DRIPPING INTO A PAN

FEAR IS A SWALLOW

FIFTY-TWO DEGREES AT NOON, JULY 2

FIREFLY'S ONE WORD

FIRST DEERFLY EMERGED SOLSTICE MORNING

FOR SIXTY-THREE YEARS I'VE GROUND MYSELF

FOUR MATRICES: 1. HOME

FOUR MATRICES: 2. COUNTING ARIZONA

FOUR MATRICES: 3. HOME

FOUR MATRICES: 4. THE SEA

FRESH SNOW STANDING DEEP

FULL MOON OFTEN RISES

GATHERING APRIL; FOR SIMIC

GENTLE READERS, TOMORROW I UNDERGO'

GEO-BESTIARY: 1

GEO-BESTIARY: 10

GEO-BESTIARY: 11

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GEO-BESTIARY: 9

GETTING OLDER I'M MUCH BETTER AT WATCHING

GIRL WITH BLUE SHORTS AND BROWN LEGS

GOD'S HAND IS CUPPED

GOOFY YOUNG BALD EAGLE

GREAT GOURMAND ROWS IS BOAT

HANDLE OF ITS NECK

HAY IN THE LOFT

HELLO WALLS; TO WILLIE NELSON

HER VOICE HAD A DEEP RESONANCE

HOUSE WILL TURN ITSELF

HOW ATTENTIVE THE BIG BEAR RESTING HIS CHIN

HOW CAN I DISAPPOINT MYSELF?

HOW CAN LORCA SAY HE'S ONLY THE PULSE

HOW EVIL ALL PRIESTHOODS

HOW FOOLISH THE HOUSEPLANT LOOKS

HOW IS IT THE RICH ALWAYS KNOW

HOW LUCKY IN ONE LIFE TO SEE

HOW ONE OLD TIRE LEANS UP AGAINST

HOW SHARP MUST BE THE FLETCHER'S KNIFE

HOW TALL WOULD I BE

I AM WHEREVER I FIND MYSELF TO BE

I HAVE GROWN OLD, AND KNOW

I HAVE USED UP MORE THAN

I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN

I HEARD THE LAKE CHEEPING

I HOPE THERE'S TIME

I MIGHT HAVE BEEN A WELDER

I PREFER THE SKYLINE

I REMEMBER BEING A CELLULAR OYSTER

I SAW A BLACK BUTTERFLY

I SCHLUMP AROUND THE FARM

I SURELY UNDERSTAND PAPER AND HOW POETS

I THOUGHT MY FRIEND WAS DRINKING

I TRACE MY NOBLE ANCESTRY BACK

I USED TO HAVE TIME BY THE ASS

I WANT TO DESCRIBE MY LIFE IN HUSHED TONES

I WAS BORN A BABY

I WAS PARALYZED FROM THE WAIST UP

I WOKE UP AS NOTHING. NOW START PILING

I'M SIXTY-TWO AND CAN DROP DEAD

I'M SO PLEASED THAT YEATS

I'VE BEEN MARRIED SINCE BIRTH

I'VE NEVER LEARNED FROM EXPERIENCE

IF A CAMEL CAN STRETCH IT'S MUZZLE

IF YOU CAN AWAKEN

IKKYU WAS AWAKENED BY A CROW'S CAW

IMAGINATION'S KISSES

IMAGINE A GALLERY

IN 1947 A SINGLE GOLD NUGGET WAS FOUND

IN A PASTURE, WILD TURKEYS

IN BRAZIL I LEAPT

IN EACH OF MY CELLS DAD AND MOM

IN INTERIMS: OUTLYER

IN MEXICO THE BIG, LOVELY

IN OUR FARTHEST FIELD

IN OUR OCTOBER WINDFALL TIME RED

IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR'S HARNESS

IN THE HOUSE THE LIZARD'S ENEMY

IN THE MORNING LIGHT

IN THIS LOWBROW WILDERNESS

IN WINTER, DON'T EVER

IS THIS POEM A PEBBLE

IT RAINED SO HARD THE SKY BECAME WATER

IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE THERE'S A SKELETON

IT'S NICE TO THINK THAT WHEN

IT'S THE DEVIL'S

JOHN SEVERIN WALGREN, 1874-1962

JULY, AND FAT BLACK FLIES

JUST BEFORE I FLY OUT OF MYSELF

LAST YEAR THE SNAKE

LAZED ON THE FLOOR LIKE AN OLD BABY

LET GO OF THE MIND, THE THOUSAND BLUE

LETTER FROM BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 10

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 11; TO DIANE W.

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 12

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 13

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 14

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 15

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LETTERS TO YESENIN: 19

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 1; TO D.G.

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 20

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LETTERS TO YESENIN: 27

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 28; TO ROBERT DUNCAN

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 29

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 2; TO ROSE

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 3

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 30

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LETTERS TO YESENIN: 7

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 8

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 9

LIFE HAS ALWAYS YELLED AT ME

LIGHT SNOW SHOWS

LIKE A FIST, THE TOAD

LIKE AN OLD DOG

LOOK AGAIN: THAT'S NOT

LOOKING FORWARD TO AGE

LOST FOR A WHILE

LOW CEILING GRAZES

LULLABY FOR A DAUGHTER

MAN PAYS COURT WITH HIS POEMS

MARRIAGE GHAZAL

MIDDAY SILENCE IS DIFFERENT

MIRROR, BACKED IN BLACK

MIRRORS HAVE ALWAYS GIVE THE WRONG

MISSY 1966-1971

MONKEYS SEARCH EACH OTHER

MOON PUT HER HAND

MOON PUT HER WHITE HANDS

MOON, ALL LORDLY WHITE

MOUSE NEST IN THE TOE OF MY BOOT

MY DOG GIRLFRIEND ROSE WAS LOST

MY FIRST DAY AS A PAINTER

MY FRIEND THE BEAR

MY NEW TRIFOCALS HURT MY NOSE

MY STOPPED CLOCK IS ALWAYS

MY WIFE'S LOVELY DOG, MARY, KILLS

NATURAL WORLD: 1

NATURAL WORLD: 2

NEPHEW RUBS THE SORE FEET

NEW SPRING AND IT'S STILL 5:30

NEXT TO A GRAVESTONE

NIGHT IN BOSTON

NIGHTMARE WE WAKEN FROM

NINTH TIME I SCREWED OPHELIA

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NORTHERN MICHIGAN

NOT WRITING MY NAME

NOVEMBER COLD. HEY, GRASSHOPPER!

NOW AN OUTLANDER, ONCE A POET IN N.Y.

NOW IT'S THE BODY'S DOG, PAIN

NOW THAT I'M OLDER I PERFECTLY

NUTHATCH IS IN BUSINESS

OFTEN I TRAVEL AT NIGHT AND AM SURPRISED

OH THE DARK, RANK, BRACKISH RUT

OH, TO BE IN LOVE

OH, TO WRITE JUST ONE POEM

OLD FINN (85) WALKS

OLD HEN SCRATCHES

OLD SONG FROM MY YOUTH

OLD WHITE SOUP BOWL

ON EVEREST THERE ARE PINK CONCEALED

ON EVERY TOPOGRAPHIC MAP

ON ITS STAND ON THE EMPTY STAGE

ON THE CABIN FLOOR A TRAPPED MOUSE

ON THE NIGHTSTAND

ON THE SHOULDER, THE TURTLE

ONE BARRED OWL HARRIED BY

ONE GROWS TIRED OF THE HOAX OF UP

ONE-EYED MAN MUST BE FEARFUL

OPEN THE SHOE-STORE DOOR

OUR LIVES AS HIGHLIGHTS ON TV

OUT IN A FIELD, AN IMMENSE EMPTY

OWL IS A BRONZE URN OF ASHES

PASTURES GROW UP

PATH DISAPPEARED. THERE WAS A FIELD

PATIENCE OF THE SPIDER'S WEB

PILOT RAZOR-POINT PEN IS MY

POET HOLDS THE PODIUM

POUT AN DRIFT. THE POET SELF-SUNK

RAIN CLOUDS GONE

RAINDROPS ON YOUR GLASSES

RATE THE HOURS. ONE AND 5 A.M.

READING POETRY LATE AT NIGHT

RED-NAPED SAPSUCKER

REPUBLICANS THINK THAT ALL OVER THE WORLD

RETURN TO YESENIN

RETURNING AT NIGHT

RETURNING TO EARTH

RICH FOLKS, POOR FOLKS, AND NEITHER

RILKE SAYS THE NEW YEAR BRINGS THINGS THAT HAVE

RISING FROM A CRAMPED POSITION

ROBINS ARE BACK

ROOSTER; TO PAT RYAN

ROWING ACROSS THE LAKE

SCIENTISTS SAY THE MOON GROWS 1 HALF INCHES

SCRUBBING THE FLOOR THE NIGHT A GREAT LADY DIED; RUFFIAN 1972-1975

SEE HOW THE RICH AND FAMOUS

SHE CLIMBED THE GREEN-LEAFED APPLE TREE

SHE OWNS A PERFECT BUTT

SKETCH FOR A JOB APPLICATION BLANK

SLEEPING ON MY RIGHT SIDE I THINK

SO HAPPY WITH MY FAT OLD BODY

SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR

SO THE GREEKS HAD AMPHORAE

SO WHAT IF WOMEN

SOME NIGHTS ARE THREE NIGHTS LONG

SOMETIMES ALL IT TAKES

SOMETIMES FATE WILL STEAL A BABY

SOMETIMES MY BIG FRONT TEETH BITE

SOMETIMES THE TEAKETTLE RATTLES

SPARROW IS NOT BUSY

STARS FROM HORIZON TO HORIZON

STILL AT TIME I'M A DUMB LITTLE BOY

STONES TURN THEIR BACKS TO US

STRAINING ON THE TOILET

STRANGE WORLD INDEED

SUDDENLY MY CLOCKS AGREE

SUITE TO APPLENESS: 1

SUITE TO APPLENESS: 2

SUITE TO APPLENESS: 3

SUITE TO FATHERS: 1

SUITE TO FATHERS: 2

SUITE TO FATHERS: 3

SURELY SOMEONE WILL HELP

THAT LITTLE RED EYE BEHIND THE TOILET?

THAT WINTER THE NIGHT FELL SEVEN

THE BRAND NEW STATUE OF LIBERTY; TO LEE IACOCCA (ANOTHER MICHIGAN BOY)

THE CHATHAM GHAZAL

THE DAVENPORT LUNAR ECLIPSE

THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS

THE SAME GOOSE MOON

THE THEORY AND PRACTICE OF RIVERS

THE TIMES ATLAS; FOR MY MENTOR, LONG DEAD, RICHARD HALLIBURTON

THE WOMAN FROM SPIRITWOOD

THEIR BALLS WERE SO SWOLLEN THEY COLLIDED

THEN MOUSETRAPS IN THE CELLAR

THERE ARE MORNINGS

THERE IS JUST ONE OF US

THESE HEADLIGHTS

THESE HOUSE-TRAILER FIRES KILL THOUSANDS

THEY'RE PUTTING A NEW GREEN TIN ROOF

THIS IS COLD SALT...

THIS IS THE COUNTRY FAIR

THIS SLENDER BLUE THREAD

THREE NIGHT SONGS: 1

THREE NIGHT SONGS: 2

THREE NIGHT SONGS: 3

THREE TEETH PULLED INCLUDING

THROW OUT THE ANCHOR

TIME FLEW IN AND OUT OF THE WINDOW

TIME MAKES US SUPPLICANT WHORES

TO HAVE REVERENCE FOR LIFE

TO PREVENT LEAKAGE

TODAY A PINK ROSE IN A VASE

TRAVERSE CITY ZOO

TREASURE WHAT YOU FIND

TREE ALSO DIED THE EXACT

TREES STAY IN PLACE

TRELAWNY BURNED SHELLEY'S HEART

TRUST SNOW TO KEEP IT A SECRET

TURTLE HAS JUST ONE PLAN

TWISTED MY ANKLE

TWO SQUIRRELS FIGHT

UNCOMMON NUMBER OF US DIE

UNDER THE STORYTELLER'S HAT

VERMILION FLYCATCHER FLEW TOO FAR NORTH

WAITED ALL DAY FOR THE MOON TO RISE

WALTER OF BATTERSEA

WANTED: LOOKING FOR OWL ROOSTS

WAY A SPRINGER SPANIEL

WAY OUT IN THE LOCAL WILDERNESS

WE FLAP OUR GUMS, OUR WATTLES, OUR

WEEPING; FOR DAVE KELLY FROM LONG AGO

WELCOME MAR OF MOONLIGHT

WELL BEFORE DAWN I WOKE

WHAT HAS BECOME

WHAT HE SAID WHEN I WAS ELEVEN

WHAT I LEARNED: DOGS WALK UPSTAIRS

WHAT I WOULD DO FOR WISDOM

WHAT IF EVERYONE YOU'VE LOVED

WHAT IS IT THE WIND HAS LOST

WHAT PLEASURE: A NEW STRAW HAT

WHAT PRIZES AND AWARDS WILL I GET FOR REVEALING

WHEN A HAMMER SINGS

WHEN I FOUND MY TRACKS IN THE SNOW

WHEN I TOUCHED HER LONG FEET

WHEN I WATCHED HER HANDS

WHEN SHE LEFT ME

WHEN THE DOLLHOUSE WAS BUILT IN A MONTH'S WORK

WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER

WHEN TIME PICKS APPLES

WHEN WE WERE VERY POOR ONE SPRING

WHEN WE WERE YOUNG WE TALKED

WHEN WOMEN PLEASURE THEMSELVES, I HEARD

WHEN YOU DRINK FROM DAWN'S LIGHT

WHICH WAY WILL THE CREEK

WHILE MY BOWL IS STILL HALF FULL

WHY DO I BEHAVE SO BADLY?

WIND IN THE CHIMNEY

WISH-WASH. TEN THOUSAND TONS OF PEANUTS

WIT OF THE CORPSE

WITH HER BRUSH, THE ARTIST

WITHOUT HER SCARVES

YOU ASKED, WHAT MAKES YOU SURE?

YOU HAD TO MILK THE COWS AT 5 A.M.

YOU STEP IN THE SAME RIVER ONCE ONLY

YOU TOLD ME YOU COULDN'T SEE

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