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Author: BOOTH, PHILIP
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Booth, Philip    Poet's Biography
310 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    Poem Text    
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; Piers


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    Poem Text    
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; Illness


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