Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GHAZALS: 31, by JAMES HARRISON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I couldn't walk across that bridge in hannibal Last Line: Street falling softly on our heads, the dread dope again. Alternate Author Name(s): Harrison, Jim Subject(s): Absence; Travel; Violence; Separation; Isolation; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
I couldn't walk across that bridge in Hannibal at night. I was carried in a Nash Ambassador. On Gough Street the cars went overhead. I counted two thousand or more one night before I slept. She hit him in the face with her high-heeled shoe as he scrambled around the floor getting away. What am I going to do about the mist and the canning factory in San Jose where I loaded green beans all night? Billions of green beans in the Hanging Gardens off Green Street falling softly on our heads, the dread dope again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON |
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