Poems found: 255
I USED TO LIVE IN LAGUNA BEACH
NOT EVERYONE CAN SEE THE TRUTH, BUT HE CAN BE IT
HOLY GHOST ASKETH FOR US WITH MOURNING AND WEEPING UNSPEAKABLE
WHEN YOU'RE LOST IN JUAREZ, IN THE RAIN, AND IT'S EASTERTIME TOO
BAD MEMORY MAKES YOU A METAPHYSICIAN, A GOOD ONE MAKES YOU A SAINT
FIELD GUIDE TO THE BIRDS OF THE UPPER YAAK
JOURNAL OF ONE SIGNIFICANT LANDSCAPE
AFTER READING T'AO CH'ING, I WANDER UNETHERED THROUGH THE SHORT GRASS
AFTER READING TAO CH'ING, I WANDER UNTETHERED THROUGH THE SHORT GRASS
AFTER READING TU FU, I GO OUTSIDE TO THE DWARF ORCHARD
AFTER READING WANG WEI, I GO OUTSIDE TO THE FULL MOON
AFTER REREADING ROBERT GRAVES, I GO OUTSIDE TO GET MY HEAD TOGETHER
ALL LANDSCAPE IS ABSTRACT, AND TENDS TO REPEAT ITSELF
ORDINARY AFTERNOON IN CHARLOTTESVILLE
AS OUR BODIES RISE, OUR NAMES TURN INTO LIGHT
AUTUMN'S SIDEREAL, NOVEMBER'S A BALL AND CHAIN
BLAISE PASCAL LIP-SYNCS THE VOID
CHRISTMAS EAST OF THE BLUE RIDGE
DELTA TRAVELLER; MWW, 1910-1964
EARLY SATURDAY AFTERNOON, EARLY EVENING
EAST OF THE BLUE RIDGE, OUR TOMBS ARE IN THE DOVE'S THROAT
FROM A JOURNAL OF THE YEAR OF THE OX
FROM A JOURNAL OF THE YEAR OF THE OX
GIORGIO MORANDI AND THE TALKING ETERNITY BLUES
GIORGIO MORANDI AND THE TALKING ETERNITY BLUES
I RETURNED TO THE YAAK CABIN, I OVERHEAR AN OLD GREEK SONG
IF YOU TALK THE TALK, YOU BETTER WALK THE WALK
IF YOU TALK THE TALK, YOU BETTER WALK THE WALK
IN THE KINGDOM OF THE PAST, THE BROWN-EYED MAN IS KING
LANDSCAPE AS A METAPHOR, LANDSCAPE AS FATE AND A HAPPY LIFE
LINES ON SEEING A PHOTOGRAPH FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 30 YEARS
LOOKING ACROSS LAGUNA CANYON AT DUSK, WEST-BY-NORTHWEST
LOOKING AGAIN AT WHAT I LOOKED AT FOR SEVENTEEN YEARS
LOOKING OUTSIDE THE CABIN WINDOW, I REMEMBER A LINE BY LI PO
LOOKING WEST FROM LAGUNA BEACH AT NIGHT
MEDITATION ON FORM AND MEASURE
MEDITATION ON SONG AND STRUCTURE
MEDITATION ON SUMMER AND SHAPELESSNESS
MID-WINTER SNOWFALL IN THE PIAZZA DANTE
MID-WINTER SNOWFALL IN THE PIAZZA DANTE
MILES DAVIS AND ELIZABETH BISHOP FAKE THE BREAK
PASSING THE MORNING UNDER THE SERENISSIMA
POEM ALMOST WHOLLY IN MY OWN MANNER
POEM HALF IN THE MANNER OF LI HO
PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST IN A PROSPECT OF STONE
READING LAO TZU AGAIN IN THE NEW YEAR
READING RORTY AND PAUL CELAN ONE MORNING IN EARLY JUNE
REMEMBERING SPELLO, SITTING OUTSIDE IN PRAMPOLINI'S GARDEN
SITTING AT DUSK IN THE BACK YARD AFTER THE MONDRIAN RETROSPECTIVE
SITTING AT NIGHT ON THE FRONT PORCH
SITTING OUTSIDE AT THE END OF AUTUMN
ST. AUGUSTINE AND THE ARCTIC BEAR
STILL LIFE WITH SPRING AND TIME TO BURN
STILL LIFE WITH STICK AND WORD
STRAY PARAGRAPHS IN APRIL, YEAR OF THE RAT
STRAY PARAGRAPHS IN FEBRUARY, YEAR OF THE RAT
SUNDAY AT HOME AT THE BEGINNING OF APRIL
TATTOOS: 1. CAMELLIAS; MOTHER'S DAY
TATTOOS: 10. VISIONS OF HEAVEN
TATTOOS: 11. AUTOMOBILE WRECK; HOSPITAL; BALTIMORE
TATTOOS: 12. HANDWRITING CLASS; PALMER METHOD
TATTOOS: 13. THE JANITOR; KINDKERGARDEN; CORINTH
TATTOOS: 15. THE DAY OF MY MOTHER'S FUNERAL
TATTOOS: 16. SIDESHOW STRIPPER; CHEROKEE COUNTRY FAIR
TATTOOS: 18. THE NAXIAN LIONS; DELOS, GREECE
TATTOOS: 19. DEATH OF MY FATHER
TATTOOS: 2. DEATH OF MY FATHER
TATTOOS: 3. SNAKE-HANDLING RELIGIOUS SERVICE
TATTOOS: 5. ACOLYTE; FAINTING AT THE ALTAR
TATTOOS: 6. BLOOD-POISONING; HALLUCINATION
TATTOOS: 7. THE RESURRECTION; PIERO DELLA FRANCESCA
TATTOOS: 8. HAROLD SCHIMMEL'S MORNING PRAYERS
TATTOOS: 9. TEMPORRARY EVANGELICAL CERTITUDE; CHRIST SCHOOL
APPALACHIAN BOOK OF THE DEAD: 1
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APPALACHIAN BOOK OF THE DEAD: 5
APPALACHIAN BOOK OF THE DEAD: 6
HOLY GHOST ASKETH FOR US WITH MOURNING AND WEEPING UNSPEAKABLE
WIND IS CALM AND COMES FROM ANOTHER WORLD
THINKING ABOUT THE NIGHT SKY, I REMEMBER A POEM BY TU FU
THINKING ABOUT THE POET LARRY LEVIS ONE AFTERNOON IN LATE MA
THINKING OF DAVID SUMMERS AT THE BEGINNING OF WINTER
THINKING OF WALLACE STEVEN AT THE BEGINNING OF SPRING
THINKING OF WINTER AT THE BEGINNING OF SUMMER
TO A FRIEND WHO WISHED ALWAYS TO BE ALONE
TO THE EGYPTIAN MUMMY IN THE ETRUSCAN MUSEUM AT CORTONA
UNDER THE NINE TREES IN JANUARY
WATCHING THE EQUINOX ARRIVE IN CHARLOTTESVILLE, SEPTEMBER 1992
WHY, IT'S AS PRETTY AS A PICTURE
WITH EDDIE AND NANCY IN AREZZO AT THE CAFFE GRANDE
WITH SIMIC AND MARINETTI AT THE GIUBBE ROSSE
WORDS ARE THE DIMINUTION OF ALL THINGS