Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GHAZALS: 31, by JAMES HARRISON



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GHAZALS: 31, by                 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.





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