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Author: EMANUEL, LYNN
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Emanuel, Lynn    Poet's Biography
154 poems available by this author


A BLOND BOMBSHELL    Poem Text    
First Line: Love is boring and passe, all the old baggage
Last Line: Dependable light of rage coming in on schedule like a bus
Subject(s): Blondes


A RIDDLE    Poem Text    
Subject(s): Waiters & Waitresses


AFTER YOUR LETTER OF ELEGANT GOODBYE       
First Line: This is a road where I could die for love
Last Line: And let the earth take one slow liberty %after another


AN OLD WOMAN'S PAINTING    Poem Text     Recitation by Author
Subject(s): Paintings & Painters


APOLOGY       
First Line: Tonight I lie staring into the unlit neighborhood
Last Line: Under a sky tall and decorated with stars as a general


ART CLASS       
First Line: Today's lesson? Seeing is like a flock of starlings flying
Last Line: We stand waving our hankies at it


ARTISTS       
First Line: I was not alive when you posed in silk trunks for matisse
Last Line: Or I into that visitation


AT THE MAGRITTE EXHIBITION       
First Line: To a woman whose forehead is like a white veranda
Last Line: The roses putting their roots down onto the faces of the dead


AT THE RITZ       
First Line: How and where they met is cause for speculation
Last Line: And a town staggers to its feet as he follows her like a prisoner %into the sentence of the story
Variant Title(s): Film Noir: At The Rit


BAD PAINTING       
First Line: It's a disaster from the start, the mismanaged
Last Line: Finish a sentence and the horizon with its back to us


BELLA ROMA       
First Line: Into the distances of the afternoon
Last Line: Will I have enough for rent? Enough to clean the black dress?


BERLIN INTERIOR WITH JEWS, 1939       
First Line: This is the year europe looks up in sublime disregard
Last Line: And is about to be snuffed back to the wick of her black shoes


BIG BLACK CAR       
First Line: I thought, you'll never get me
Last Line: The world's open gate, eternity %hits me like a heart attack


BLOND BOMBSHELL       
First Line: Love is boring and passe, all the old baggage
Last Line: Dependable light of rage coming in on schedule like a bus
Subject(s): Blondes


BLUE MOVIE       
First Line: The hollow hiss of the projector sounds like a surf, or worse, its fragile
Last Line: Drifting across the landscape, is fire looking for a place to start


BOOK'S SPEECH       
First Line: As you are reading, you become the hard
Last Line: On a block of ice and left a cleft for your tongue to fall into
Variant Title(s): The Soliloquy Of The Good Boo


BURIAL       
First Line: After I've goosed up the fire in the stove with 'starter logg'
Last Line: Greatest enemy. Which, in a sense, my father is
Subject(s): Funerals


CHINOISSERIE    Poem Text    
First Line: Http://www.Poetryfoundation.Org/poem/177301
Subject(s): Mothers; Clothing & Dress


CHINOISSERIE       
First Line: My mother in her dress of red viyella, teetering like a tiny
Last Line: Hunched over our beakers of jasmine tea, we let the exotic %rinse over us impractical and non-negoti


CODA (IN THE FORM OF NOTES)       
First Line: The planet kypton': at night, if the wand of the geiger cou
Last Line: That face, the look of horror and disgust and terror. I would expect %such looks from the damned; bu


CORPSES (1)       
First Line: Are unhappy in this shut down
Last Line: Slipperly look. And even a corpse can be a disguise
Subject(s): Corpses; Death


CORPSES (2)       
First Line: Hunched like poker players at my kitchen table
Last Line: Slippery look. And even a corpse can be a disguise


DESIRE    Poem Text    
First Line: This is not turner's venice
Last Line: Abating in the huge green hesitations of the trees
Subject(s): Cities; Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; Urban Life


DESIRE       
First Line: This is not turner's venice
Last Line: The rare acres of stars, the thin wind %abating in the huge green hesitations of the trees
Subject(s): Cities; Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania


DIG       
First Line: He is filling the bucket with stones
Last Line: With the earth on her like a black wing


DIG       
First Line: Beyond the dark souks of the old city, beyond the dome of th
Last Line: Saucer of my pelvis. We are nothing. Earth staring at earth


DISCOVERING THE PHOTOGRAPH OF LLOYD, EARL, AND PRISCILLA    Poem Text    
First Line: These are the great discoveries of my middle age
Last Line: Its separate ghost
Subject(s): Bars & Bartenders; Cities; Pubs; Taverns; Saloons; Urban Life


DISCOVERING THE PHOTOGRAPH OF LLOYD, EARL, AND PRISCILLA       
First Line: These are the great discoveries of my middle age
Last Line: Its separate ghost
Subject(s): Bars And Bartenders; Cities


DOMESTIC VIOLENCE       
First Line: The night is dark as mother's closet with its big woolens
Last Line: Fist pounds the air as though to make someone %who is getting up stumble and fall down again


DRAWING ROSIE'S TRAIN TRIP       
First Line: I begin with the tree's left foot
Last Line: Their own white hankies, waving %good-bye & one bad child is squalling


DREAM ABOUT THE OLD MOSAIC FOUND IN A SYRIAN ORCHARD       
First Line: I have come through
Last Line: Nothing, really, earth staring at fire


DREAM IN WHICH I MEET MYSELF    Poem Text    
First Line: Even the butter's a block of sleazy light. I see that first,
Subject(s): Dreams; Self; Nightmares


DREAMING OF RIO AT SIXTEEN       
First Line: It was always raoul's kisses or grandmother's
Last Line: Home, save yourself for a wedding, while you, %beside the amazon, were all teeth, all boat


DRESSING THE PARTS       
First Line: So, here we are %I am kind of diction
Last Line: That you, reader %that you are wearing


ELEGY WRITTEN IN THE VOWELS OF HER NAME       
First Line: I have always loved rogier van der weyden's portrait of a woman
Last Line: Curve of reflected sky and sail away, bay by blue unvoyaged bay


ELSEWHERE    Poem Text    
First Line: This isn't italy where even / the dust is sexual, and I am not
Last Line: The woman she becomes, who could not or would not save her
Subject(s): Life; Survival


ELSEWHERE       
First Line: This isn't italy where even %the dust is sexual, and I am not
Last Line: The woman she becomes, who could not %or would not save her
Subject(s): Life; Survival


ENORMOUS LEISURE       
First Line: I remember how you entered the water
Last Line: From the enormous leisure of the light


FAR       
First Line: I will study her longing for far, for everything
Last Line: That attainable sweet beyond %is drowned by their wild we are, we are


FILM NOIR SEX: ALL THOSE HOTEL ROOMS LIT UP AT NIGHT MEAN       
First Line: We're the scenery (the smiths, room six) that has snuffed out plot
Last Line: In solidarity, shouldering us toward the clouds


FOR ME AT SUNDAY SERMONS, THE SERPENT    Poem Text    
First Line: Coming lightly, perfectly
Last Line: The ticket out
Subject(s): Escapes; Fugitives


FOR ME AT SUNDAY SERMONS, THE SERPENT       
First Line: Coming lightly, perfectly
Last Line: The spark, the road, %the ticket out
Subject(s): Escapes


FRYING TROUT WHILE DRUNK       
First Line: Mother is drinking to forget a man
Last Line: And with the care of the very drunk %handed him the plate


GETTING BORN       
First Line: You have set yourself a task like a train


GRANDMOTHER ZOLTANA, TUNISIA, EARLY '50S -- TWO PHOTOGRAPHS       
First Line: Even now it makes me thirsty to see her leaning in the doorway
Last Line: Grandmother and then me to bed


HALFWAY THROUGH THE BOOK I'M WRITING       
First Line: My father dies and is buried in his brooks brothers suit
Last Line: Yes-squeak-yes-squeak-yes-squeak


HEARTSICK       
First Line: I had enough bad luck that summer
Last Line: And whispered, 'is this the maginot line?' %while I grew just idiotic with anxiety and lust


HOMAGE TO DICKINSON    Poem Text    
First Line: I've never longed for the annulments of heaven
Last Line: Tomb, my own woman. Finally. And forever
Subject(s): Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886); Homage & Respect


HOMAGE TO DICKINSON       
First Line: I've never longed for the annulments of heaven
Last Line: I would be alone, alone, in my maidenly %tomb, my own woman. Finally. And forever
Subject(s): Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)


HOMAGE TO SHARON STONE (1)    Poem Text    
First Line: It's early morning and across the street
Last Line: T is just sharon stone driving past the house of someone who is, at the time, trying to write a book
Subject(s): Actors & Actresses; Self; Stone, Sharon; Actresses


HOMAGE TO SHARON STONE (1)       
First Line: It's early morning and across the street
Last Line: Has been gravely labeling with her name, this poem
Subject(s): Actors And Actresses; Self; Stone, Sharon


HOMAGE TO SHARON STONE (2)    Poem Text    
First Line: It's early morning. This is the before
Last Line: Trying to unwrite the world that is all around her
Subject(s): Actors & Actresses; Self; Stone, Sharon; Actresses


HOMAGE TO SHARON STONE (2)       
First Line: It's early morning. This is the before
Last Line: Trying to unwrite the world that is all around her
Subject(s): Actors And Actresses; Self; Stone, Sharon


I DREAM I LOVE YOU UNDER THE PINE, UNDER THE POPLAR       
First Line: I lie down %always the same way
Last Line: The shadow of a man still mounting %the shadow of a horse


IDOL       
First Line: In the kitchen a black blur
Last Line: And her heart, down on one knee, %puts down the other


IMAGINING RIO AT SIXTEEN       
First Line: It was always ramon's kisses, or sometimes


IN ENGLISH IN A POEM    Poem Text    
First Line: I am giving a lecture on poetry
Last Line: I'll drive you home
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Teaching & Teachers; Educators; Professors


IN ENGLISH IN A POEM       
First Line: I am giving a lecture on poetry
Last Line: I found that very moving. Get in the car %I'll drive you home
Subject(s): Poetry And Poets; Teaching And Teachers


IN PURGATORY       
First Line: This is my usual room
Last Line: Even my longing to be gone from here %is gone form here


IN SEARCH OF A TITLE       
First Line: I'm sitting on the porch, and the woods are still here
Last Line: Side by side, as it were, immaculate, but unkempt. White %occurs to me. And naked


INSIDE GERTRUDE STEIN    Poem Text    
First Line: Right now as I am talking to you and as you are being talked to
Last Line: "least likely of saviors, you are my last choice and my last
Subject(s): Play


INSIDE GERTRUDE STEIN       
First Line: Right now as I am talking to you and as you are being talked to
Last Line: You are the least likely of saviors, you are my last choice and my last resort
Subject(s): Play


INSPIRATION       
First Line: I am tired of the tundra of the mind
Last Line: And all at once my heart stumbles like a %drunken sailor, and I am adrift in the bel aujourd'hui of
Variant Title(s): The Technology Of Inspiratio


INSPIRATION, TWO       
First Line: Birds in the morning are a moving blur
Last Line: Gretel and gretel %lost in the dark and other wildlife %breathing, breathing


INSTRUCTION MANUAL       
First Line: How-to on how to read this? Listen
Last Line: Just blank page, white space, void with a splash of voice


INVENTING FATHER IN LAS VEGAS    Poem Text    
First Line: If I could see nothing but the smoke
Subject(s): Fathers


INVENTING FATHER IN LAS VEGAS       
First Line: If I could see nothing but the smoke
Last Line: Or the harvest moon, that gold planet, remote and pure american


ITEM:    Poem Text    
First Line: I strolled through the neighborhood of beautiful houses


KISS       
First Line: In the cooking pot my aunt's long spoon pets the lamb's
Last Line: To carry the green wood into the meadow


LANDSCAPE IN THE COUNTRY       
First Line: This thrust of eloquence is not
Last Line: The lowest stair in the stairway of being %that we go down and down and down


LIKE GOD    Poem Text    
First Line: You hover above the page staring down
Last Line: The book in your hands, like god reading
Subject(s): Books; God; Reading


LIKE GOD       
First Line: You hover above the page staring down
Last Line: Been hovering above this page, holding %the book in your hands, like god, reading
Subject(s): Books; God


LOOKING FOR THE OLD ROSEBUD CEMETERY       
First Line: There is nowhere to go except this detour
Last Line: And drive back blind to denver


NIGHT MAN AT THE BLUE LITE       
First Line: Luther benton is talking to his heart again
Last Line: No one for miles. No one %in those golden streets, but luther
Subject(s): Bars And Bartenders


ODE TO VOICE    Poem Text    
First Line: How I love my eyes, dressed up
Last Line: Waiting for a beautiful nakedness to come along
Subject(s): Voices


ODE TO VOICE       
First Line: How I love my eyes, dressed up
Last Line: Waiting for a beautiful nakedness %to come along
Subject(s): Voices


OF MY FATHER BEFORE THE WAR       
First Line: Suppose I were leaning in a doorway in marseilles watching a volley
Last Line: Waved and cried and disembarked into the vast nonchalance of france


OF YOUR FATHER'S INDISCRETIONS AND THE TRAIN TO CALIFORNIA       
First Line: One summer he stole the jade buttons
Subject(s): Fathers & Daughters


OF YOUR FATHER'S INDISCRETIONS AND THE TRAIN TO CALIFORNIA       
First Line: One summer he stole the jade buttons
Last Line: In the dress %red as a house burning down
Subject(s): Fathers And Daughters


ON RETURNING TO CARTHAGE TO EVACUATE AN ANCIENT SACRIICAL       
First Line: For the first time I could remember
Last Line: It could be anything. Even that


ON WAKING AFTER DREAMING OF RAOUL       
First Line: If freud was right and dreams of falling are
Last Line: Knew that they would end up poor, %mortgaged to a ghost, and living in a place like this


ONE SUMMER HURRICANE LYNNE SPAWNS TORNADOS AS FAR WEST AS...    Poem Text    
First Line: The storm with my name dragged one
Last Line: Boot waiting to kick us open like a clay pot
Subject(s): Tornadoes


ONE SUMMER HURRICANE LYNNE SPAWNS TORNADOS AS FAR WEST AS...       
First Line: The storm with my name dragged one
Last Line: The whole city of grief rose up to face that black %boot that waited to kick us open like a clay pot
Subject(s): Tornadoes


ORDINARY OBJECTS       
First Line: I am letting them stand
Last Line: Staring at you through the drapes


OUT OF METROPOLIS    Poem Text    
Variant Title(s): Film Noir: Train Trip Out Of Metropolis
Subject(s): City & Town Life; Travel; Railroads; Journeys; Trips; Railways; Trains


OUT OF METROPOLIS       
First Line: We're headed for empty-headedness
Last Line: Script of the title page, as though it were a signature on the contract, as though %it were the auth
Variant Title(s): Film Noir: Train Trip Out Of Metropoli


OUT-OF-BODY EXPERIENCE       
First Line: The extraterrestrial view
Last Line: Like oiled bath water, %a colder cold, a dark %dark


OUTSIDE ROOM SIX    Poem Text    
First Line: Down on my knees again, on the linoleum outside room six
Last Line: Black square, white square goes the linoleum
Subject(s): Hotels; Popular Culture - United States; Inns; Innskeepers; Motels; Boarding Houses


OUTSIDE ROOM SIX       
First Line: Down on my knees again, on the linoleum outside room six
Last Line: Black square, white square goes the linoleum
Subject(s): Hotels; Popular Culture - United States


PAINTING THE TOWN       
First Line: I dip my brush into black
Last Line: In a red dress standing all alone %under the shaggy aster of a street lamp


PAST       
First Line: Where did she come from, that dig
Last Line: She is. I've never seen her. %I was in paris at the time


PATIENT       
First Line: I remember my mother on her hard knees
Last Line: Under the tall black chill of common sense


PATIENT       
First Line: I remember my grandmother on her hard knees
Last Line: His face was a moth wing worn away %by the soft curiousity of a child


PERSONA       
First Line: When the reader's radar tracked me down
Last Line: Down the long dark corridor of my throat


PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FATHER AT AN EARLY EXHIBIT OF ARSHILE       
First Line: Here he is standing beside agony -- sad and proprietary
Last Line: Like two stones in its pocket -- blind and still and immortal %as anything on earth


PHOTOGRAPH OF RAMONA POSING WHILE FATHER SKETCHES HER       
First Line: Father is transforming ramona
Last Line: And the streets full of germans


POEM LIKE AN AUTOMOBILE CAN TAKE YOU ANYWHERE       
First Line: But you have to wait until mother gets loaded
Last Line: Your life with his burnished lassoes, they groan, %jesus, jesus, enough, enough


POET IN HEAVEN       
First Line: Here in heaven's small hotel
Last Line: One who crawls across the sky %to watch her shadow in the dust


POET IN THE GARRETG IN AMERICA       
First Line: I come up here to be disembodied and abstract
Last Line: America, I am still hopeful and a woman of my time


POLITICS OF NARRATIVE: WHY I AM A POET       
First Line: Jill's a good kid who's had some tough luck. But that's another
Last Line: And that's why I write poetry. In poetry, you don't do that kind %of work


PORTRAIT OF THE AUTHOR       
First Line: Today I write about the house
Last Line: Oh, raoul, you bring me to my knees
Variant Title(s): Portrait Of The Author As Raou
Subject(s): Love; Portraits


PORTRAIT OF THE AUTHOR AS RAOUL    Poem Text    
First Line: Today I write about the house
Last Line: Oh raoul, you bring me to my knees
Variant Title(s): Portrait Of The Author As Raoul
Subject(s): Love; Portraits


REBIRTH       
First Line: Today, braddock avenue's parade
Last Line: Her nose into everything %and I am speechless with rebirth
Variant Title(s): The Technology Of Sprin


RED KIMONO       
First Line: I stare at the brass scarred by beating until
Last Line: As she bends to set the empties on the step in the housecoat%the landlady lent


RIDDLE       
First Line: Like the queens and prostitutes at the french court
Last Line: Down which I tossed my wishes to hear them throb %a message:artichoke, artichoke


RITA AND THE FIRES OF LOVE       
First Line: She was not poor but she had the troubles of the poor


SEIZURE    Poem Text    
First Line: This was the winter mother told time by my heart
Subject(s): Family Life; Relatives


SEIZURE       
First Line: This was the winter mother told time by my heart
Last Line: On the golden streets & mother, I cried to her, & went out like a light


SELF PORTRAIT AT EIGHTEEN       
First Line: Today I became my own secret admirer, unearthing
Last Line: In this photograph which a not-quite-forgotten-enough %photographer entitled: portrait of a woman, n


SELF-PORTRAIT       
First Line: Tiresome, tiresome is the poet
Last Line: But so beautifully it is almost yes


SHE    Poem Text    
First Line: The body has its own story -- she said -- oh yes? -- I said
Last Line: The body wins
Subject(s): Bodies; Conversation


SHE       
First Line: The body has its own story -- she said -- oh yes? -- I said
Last Line: Vis-a-vis -- the end middle beginning -- and the body argues hers -- yes -- she said but -- let's fa
Subject(s): Bodies; Conversation


SHE IS SIX    Poem Text    
First Line: She sleeps on a cot in the living room
Subject(s): Girls


SHE IS SIX       
First Line: She sleeps on a cot in the living room
Last Line: And she sits and rocks like a deaf woman


SLEEPING       
First Line: I have imagined all this
Last Line: When my father and mother made love above rothko %who lay in the day thinking roses, roses, roses
Subject(s): Cities; New York City; Rothko, Mark (1903-1970)


SOLILOQUY OF THE BLANK PAGE       
First Line: Yes, in the distance there is a river, a bridge
Last Line: Selfhood giving a poetry reading
Subject(s): Books; Self


SOLILOQUY OF THE DEPRESSED BOOK       
First Line: Since I have come to hate nature & its poetry
Last Line: Night on the dull horizon %coming to serve me


SPITE-HOMAGE TO SYLVIA PLATH    Poem Text    
First Line: I stamped my feet and shook my fist and wept
Last Line: Taking everything into its bog, its tar pit, into the locked box of unbeing
Subject(s): Plath, Sylvia (1932-1963)


SPITE-HOMAGE TO SYLVIA PLATH       
First Line: I stamped my feet and shook my fist and wept
Last Line: Taking everything into its bog, its tar pit, into the locked box of unbeing
Subject(s): Plath, Sylvia (1932-1963)


STONE SOUP       
First Line: She wants to get born, so she invents a mother
Last Line: It will not be long now until she will make them %make her from nothing, a stone, a pot


TECHNOLOGY OF INSPIRATION       
First Line: I am tired of the tundra of the mind


TECHNOLOGY OF LOVE       
First Line: I loved the women of eley, nevada, who drank, wept
Last Line: He lures againt the current, that ark in its loose gown of oared water


THE BURIAL    Poem Text    
First Line: After I've goosed up the fire in the stove with 'starter logg'
Last Line: Greatest enemy. Which, in a sense, my father was
Subject(s): Funerals; Burials


THE CORPSES (1)    Poem Text    
First Line: Are unhappy in this shut down
Last Line: Slippery look. And even a corpse can be a disguise
Subject(s): Corpses; Death; Cadavers; Dead, The


THE NIGHT MAN AT THE BLUE LITE    Poem Text    
First Line: Luther benton is talking to his heart again
Last Line: In those golden streets, but luther
Subject(s): Bars & Bartenders; Pubs; Taverns; Saloons


THE PHOTOGRAPH OF RAMONA POSING WHILE FATHER SKETCHES HER IN CHARCOAL    Poem Text    
First Line: Father is transforming ramona
Subject(s): Paintings & Painters


THE PLANET KRYPTON    Poem Text    
First Line: Outside the window the mcgill smelter
Last Line: We could have anything we wanted.
Subject(s): Antinuclear Movement; Baby Boom Generation; Kent State University - Riot, 1970; Women; Nuclear Freeze


THE POLITICS OF NARRATIVE: WHY I AM A POET    Poem Text    
First Line: Jill's a good kid who's had some tough luck. But that's
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets


THE SLEEPING    Poem Text    
First Line: I have imagined all this
Last Line: Who lay in the dark thinking  roses, roses, roses
Subject(s): Cities; New York City; Rothko, Mark (1903-1970); Urban Life; Manhattan; New York, New York; The Big Apple


THE SOLILOQUY OF THE BLANK PAGE    Poem Text    
First Line: Yes, in the distance there is a river, a bridge
Last Line: An airborne cloud of selfhood giving a poetry reading
Subject(s): Books; Self; Reading


THEN, SUDDENLY       
First Line: Yes, in the distance there is a river, a bridge
Last Line: In which, reader, I have made our paths cross!


THESE DAYS       
First Line: In the teary windows, the woodlands heave
Last Line: I can see, is the disappearance of matter


THIS IS THE TRUTH       
First Line: Now, this is the truth of that particular fiction
Last Line: With nothing that anyone could want, %poor and out of luck and a free at last


TOURISTS    Poem Text    
First Line: In tunis we try to discuss divorce
Subject(s): Tunis, Tunisia


TOURISTS       
First Line: In tunis we try to discuss divorce
Last Line: Hard, that the green grass rose to meet him


WALT, I SALUTE YOU!       
First Line: From the year of our lord 19**
Last Line: And therefore myself! In our enormous hats! In our huge mustaches! %we can't hide! We recognize ours


WE, THE POEMS OF AMERICA       
First Line: Don't have time for istanbul
Last Line: And a squad of girls like us with which %to spend eternity, dusting the infernal dust


WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?       
First Line: The heavenly father to damn and bless
Last Line: Want to go back to being locked up %in that little black closet of living


WHAT DYING WAS LIKE       
First Line: First I lay down
Last Line: There was that I, a terrible cloud, a thinking wind. %that was the final terror, that I wept and cou


WHAT ELY WAS       
First Line: The mauve, the ocher of canned tamales, the dark silt
Last Line: Some green coast exported all I wanted of all I wanted, %a kingdom where my hunger fit, both mind an


WHAT GRIEVING WAS    Poem Text    
First Line: That was not the summer of aspic
Subject(s): Family Life; Grief; Relatives; Sorrow; Sadness


WHAT GRIEVING WAS LIKE       
First Line: That was not the summer of aspic
Last Line: The hearse rolled forward over the o's %of its own surprise


WHAT I KNOW ABOUT THE END OF THE SECOND WORLD WAR       
First Line: In l.A. Someone is kissing veronica lake
Last Line: The sign outside repeating clover, clover, clover


WHAT IS HEAVEN       
First Line: What is heaven, after all, but chaos
Last Line: Nothing, really, the unimportant %and, therefore, immortal
Variant Title(s): The Poet In Heave


WHAT THE KEYHOLE WAS       
First Line: A bare room, an empty bucket
Last Line: Agamemnon and helen, %sodom and the wife of lot


WHEN FATHER DECIDED HE DID NOT LOVE HER ANYMORE    Poem Text    
First Line: Tonight I will remember the model
Last Line: Where the doors opened to the river
Subject(s): Models


WHEN FATHER DECIDED HE DID NOT LOVE HER ANYMORE       
First Line: Tonight I will remember the model
Last Line: Her study in paris %where the doors opened to the river
Subject(s): Models


WHITE DRESS       
First Line: What does it feel like to be this shroud
Last Line: A road with no one on it, bathed %in moonlight, rehearsing its lines


WHITES       
First Line: The scar, the moon, the blind man's cane, the gluey soup of
Last Line: On the altar wall, in the tub upstairs, pierre, the naked sailor


WHO IS SHE KIDDING    Poem Text    
First Line: Who is she kidding? Who is she
Subject(s): Play


WHO IS SHE KIDDING       
First Line: Who is she kidding? Who is she
Last Line: Snow to the eskimos; this is america, %honey, we don't need any damned artichokes
Subject(s): Play


WHY I AM NOT FRANK O'HARA    Poem Text    
First Line: Across the street is one example. Across the street is one example of the diff-
Last Line: But it is that new thing in a new world, and that new thing is a pose
Subject(s): O'hara, Frank (1926-1966)


WHY I AM NOT FRANK O'HARA       
First Line: Across the street is one example. Across the street is one example of the diff-
Last Line: Neither poem nor prose, but it is that new thing in a new world, and tha tnew %thing is a pose
Subject(s): O'hara, Frank (1926-1966)


YOU TELL ME       
First Line: You tell me you're the stranger in bad weather
Last Line: Where men exhaust themselves in shifts, %you tell me