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Young, David    Poet's Biography
35 poems available by this author


A PROJECT FOR FREIGHT TRAINS    Poem Text    
First Line: Sitting at crossings and waiting for freights to pass, we have all noticed
Subject(s): Language; Poetry & Poets; Railroads; Words; Vocabulary; Railways; Trains


AT THE WHITE WINDOW       
First Line: Whatever one sees beyond it- %green lawn, gray sky, blue heaving sea
Last Line: Our unabashed humanity, both frame and view


BOXCAR POEM       
First Line: The boxcars drift by
Last Line: Field, a crow %on either shoulder
Subject(s): Railroads


CHLOE IN LATE JANUARY       
First Line: Midwinter here, a frozen pause, and now
Last Line: Even in this deep cold


CHOPPING GARLIC       
First Line: The bulb, an oriental palace
Last Line: Of some god's smiling mouth


EATING THE SEASON       
First Line: I said I had an urge to greet the spring
Last Line: Majestic, heady and discreet...The spring


ELM       
First Line: I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root
Last Line: It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults %that kill, that kill, that kill
Subject(s): Fear


HENRY VAUGHAN 1: MOUNTAIN HAIR       
First Line: I rise as the moon sets
Last Line: Maybe that's what they say in the town


HENRY VAUGHAN 2: GLOWWORMS AND STRAWBERRIES       
First Line: Follows me everywhere, this light
Last Line: It's god, it's made of god %and will survive


HENRY VAUGHAN 3: NIGHT-PIECE       
First Line: I have walked past mountain outcrops
Last Line: Bu henever said which one


HENRY VAUGHAN 4: HAVING LIVED THROUGH A WAR, I CAN HYMN       
First Line: Dumb and warm, the sheep stroll up
Last Line: Across its own wet face


HENRY VAUGHAN 5: THE WEATHER COCK       
First Line: Now here is a great joke:
Last Line: The tin bird spins %and is lit by the sun


KITCHEN RUCKUS       
First Line: Broth throbs on the stove. I journey into a turnip, but the saffron-threads
Last Line: Some old bowl. I lick my lips. Oh tingling shadows! Such luck, to be %alive!


LATE SUMMER: LAKE ERIE    Poem Text    
First Line: Nearly a year since word of death
Last Line: Dreaming of love and survival
Subject(s): Summer; Lake Erie; Death


LULLABY FOR THE ELDERLY       
First Line: Under the hum and whir of night, under the covers, deep in the bed
Last Line: The woods and let you go in on your own


MIRROR GHAZAL       
First Line: Rilke thought them gorgeous & self-containded as angels
Last Line: Somewhere behind me, sparks toss & float on the wind


MOTHER'S DAY    Poem Text    
First Line: I see her doing something simple, paying bills
Subject(s): Mothers


NIGHT THOUGHTS: FIVE A.M.       
First Line: An hour or so before dawn
Last Line: Wait. Now look again


NIGHT THOUGHTS: FOUR A.M.    Poem Text    
First Line: Night sky, spore drift, black sponge
Last Line: In the past and present
Subject(s): Night; Bedtime


NIGHT THOUGHTS: FOUR A.M.       
First Line: Night sky, spore drift, black sponge
Last Line: Among the hidden structures of the night
Subject(s): Night


NIGHT THOUGHTS: MIDNIGHT       
First Line: Deep in a blue ohio night
Last Line: Wishing I could be useful to some tribe


NIGHT THOUGHTS: ONE A.M.       
First Line: What was that phantom up to?
Last Line: Across the silent fields of snow


NIGHT THOUGHTS: THREE A.M.       
First Line: The owl has flown from the sycamore
Last Line: For self-communion %tonight, I hope no more


NIGHT THOUGHTS: TWO A.M.       
First Line: This swiss-cheese reality
Last Line: Lifts one foot, then another


POEM ABOUT HOPPING    Poem Text    
First Line: Rabbits in alabama hop
Last Line: But, down sir, down sir, down?
Subject(s): Animals; Movement


POEM FOR ADLAI STEVENSON AND YELLOW JACKETS    Poem Text    
First Line: It's summer, 1956, in maine, a camp resort
Subject(s): Summer; Time; Fish & Fishing; Wasps; Anglers; Yellow Jackets


POEM FOR ADLAI STEVENSON AND YELLOW JACKETS       
First Line: It's summer, 1956, in maine, a camp resort
Last Line: Time is a pomegranate, many-chambered, %nothing like what I thought


PROJECT FOR FREIGHT TRAINS       
First Line: Sitting at crossings and waiting for freights to pass, we have all noticed
Last Line: See who can provide the best set of colors and words for the next time
Subject(s): Language; Poetry And Poets; Railroads


SECRET LIFE OF LIGHT       
First Line: Reading the secret life of dust, %learning about
Last Line: The day rolls forward toward %the secret life of dusk


THAT SPRING       
First Line: The river was fast
Last Line: The solo of a solo of a solo
Subject(s): Nature; Spring


THE BOXCAR POEM    Poem Text    
First Line: The boxcars drift by
Last Line: On either shoulder
Subject(s): Railroads; Railways; Trains


VILLANELLE: EXCEPTION TO THE RULE - 1    Poem Text    
First Line: Baboons were preening, and the sun was setting.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Time


VILLANELLE: EXCEPTION TO THE RULE - 2    Poem Text    
Subject(s): Absence; Beauty; Separation; Isolation


WIND, RAIN, LIGHT       
First Line: The drooling roof of an old barn overhead, %the sup and chuckle of water
Last Line: No longer needing to know %what anything means


WORSHIP GHAZAL       
First Line: Ignorance banging its head next to a beautiful doorway
Last Line: The carnival torch you held & forgot burns forever



Young, David Pollock   
61 poems available by this author


1940       
First Line: It is august. Your father is walking you
Last Line: September, the depot, the dark, the light, the dark


30-MAR-97       
First Line: A cold and rainy easter
Last Line: With one more version of an ancient sacrifice


AT THE WHITE WINDOW       
First Line: Whatever one sees beyond it
Last Line: Our unabashed humanity, both frame and view


BROKEN FIELD RUNNING       
First Line: What stands on one leg at night


CHOPPING GARLIC       
First Line: The bulb, an oriental palace
Last Line: Of some god's smiling mouth


CLOUDSTOWN LIGHTFALL: PRELUDE AND TEN SONNETS       
First Line: American place names, even a crossroads, sometimes mean terrain
Last Line: Why don't you call it a town? It's a small town. %cloudstown


CLOUDSTOWN LIGHTFALL: SONNET 1       
First Line: A cloudstown painter, I make a huge canvas
Last Line: Go forward, like a cloud, a ghost, a firefly


CLOUDSTOWN LIGHTFALL: SONNET 10       
First Line: Clouds part and shafts of light, wedges that spread
Last Line: Then there is singing and the song is snow


CLOUDSTOWN LIGHTFALL: SONNET 2       
First Line: In an old house, high up under gables
Last Line: Gray pearl, fast morning clouds sail overhead


CLOUDSTOWN LIGHTFALL: SONNET 3       
First Line: So young, but in some downright way she knows
Last Line: Nobody said that we could keep our faces


CLOUDSTOWN LIGHTFALL: SONNET 4       
First Line: Clouds and poems. They float by. We ponder
Last Line: Who understands the clouds and all they mean?


CLOUDSTOWN LIGHTFALL: SONNET 5       
First Line: Cold boiling sky. I feel at home beneath it
Last Line: I could do both, and here I can do more


CLOUDSTOWN LIGHTFALL: SONNET 6       
First Line: These clouds are flat and gray below, sunlit
Last Line: That go on blooming as we wake and sleep


CLOUDSTOWN LIGHTFALL: SONNET 7       
First Line: Horse tails. Feather whips. Brush strokes. The pencil
Last Line: Bow in gratitude, under this piebald sky


CLOUDSTOWN LIGHTFALL: SONNET 8       
First Line: Above the gym, the city of potatoes
Last Line: The rain comes down into the dying garden


CLOUDSTOWN LIGHTFALL: SONNET 9       
First Line: Especially in daylight the town goes dreaming
Last Line: Sniffing the winter sunshine in the sky


DANCING IN THE DARK       
First Line: In an old scrub-orchard


DINNER TIME       
First Line: Where a glass of red wine
Last Line: To catch his own reflection


ELEGY IN THE FORM OF AN INVITATION       
First Line: Early spring in ohio. Lines


ELEGY LACKING IN GRACE       
First Line: Grief swings on its big hinge
Last Line: The shutter bangs in the wind


EXCEPTIONS TO THE RULE       
First Line: Baboons were preening, and the sun was setting
Last Line: For each remembering, there's also a forgetting


FOUR GHAZALS ON SHAKESPEAREAN THEMES: 1. EATING THE SPRING       
First Line: I said I had an urge to greet the spring
Last Line: Majestic, heady...And discreet: the spring


FOUR GHAZALS ON SHAKESPEAREAN THEMES: 2. FOR A SMALL FLOWER       
First Line: The marriage of true minds? Oh, let me not
Last Line: Blue, this handy flower, this forget-me-not


FOUR GHAZALS ON SHAKESPEAREAN THEMES: 3. CLEOPATRA ASKS FOR MUSIC       
First Line: Give me some music...Moody food of us
Last Line: Not shy-nature makes moody food of us


FOUR GHAZALS ON SHAKESPEAREAN THEMES: 4. LOVE'S BEST HABIT       
First Line: When my love swears that she is made of truth
Last Line: I'm an apprentice at the trade of truth


FOUR SONGS ON A BONE FLUTE: 1. SUMMER       
First Line: This sprig of basil
Last Line: For making a silence


FOUR SONGS ON A BONE FLUTE: 2. FALL       
First Line: Wild poets of the north'
Last Line: Beaten, ready for winter


FOUR SONGS ON A BONE FLUTE: 3. WINTER       
First Line: Part of you slept
Last Line: Wearing it %shedding it


FOUR SONGS ON A BONE FLUTE: 4. SPRING       
First Line: Mexico-we had climbed
Last Line: Light from a very old source


HOMAGE TO WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS       
First Line: Where I park %the grass today
Last Line: Wild with %wanting to live


HOUSE WAS QUIET ON A WINTER AFTERNOON       
First Line: Someone was reading in the back
Last Line: On which the sun shone brilliantly


I DID SAY MIRAMAR, DIDN'T I?       
First Line: There in the old hotel
Last Line: Listening to football matches


JULY MORNING VISION       
First Line: Did nobody else at the funeral see
Last Line: On the horizon, lightning lashes the sea


LANDSCAPE WITH BEES       
First Line: Another morning on this mountain
Last Line: And goat-footed sunlight


LANDSCAPE WITH DISAPPEARING POET       
First Line: Global silence %in this village
Last Line: A little bit %to his liking


LANDSCAPE WITH GRIEF TRAIN       
First Line: Such a huge locomotive, the grief train
Last Line: Its smoke, which is pungent and cold


LANDSCAPE WITH WOLVES       
First Line: All that summer they could hear the wolves
Last Line: Just as if time was a totally different story


LESSONS IN METAPHYSICS       
First Line: The stepladder lies on its side
Last Line: Until there's no you and no it


LIGHT COLLECTOR       
First Line: Slept all day, %woke up at dusk
Last Line: Drenches the world


LIGHT SNOW       
First Line: Light breaks, the welshman said
Subject(s): Thomas, Dylan (1914-1953)


LULLABY FOR THE ELDERLY       
First Line: Under the hum and whir of night, under the covers, deep in the
Last Line: To the edge of the woods and let you go in on your own


MIDWESTERN FAMILIES       
First Line: Rummaging through drawers for socks and underwear
Last Line: Over fields of mesmerized wheat


MOON-GLOBE       
First Line: This small tin model of the moon


MY FATHER AT NINETY-FOUR       
First Line: When you have gone away for good
Last Line: As daylight goes on its rest


MY MOTHER AT EIGHTY-EIGHT       
First Line: Shrunken like an old sweet apple
Last Line: Tossing around in its depths?


NINE DEATHS, SELS.       


NOTES FROM THE PROVINCES       
First Line: Something about that music
Last Line: A few fresh herbs from your garden?


OCTOBER'S STEM AND HEADPIECE       
First Line: I've carved this pumpkin with a moonslice grin
Last Line: As pinprick after pinprick fills the sky


OMAHA DANCES: 1. THE LIGHT FANTASTIC       
First Line: At the brick presbyterian
Last Line: Middle-class midwest blues


OMAHA DANCES: 2. PEONY PARK: DANCING UNDER THE STARS       
First Line: After the last drunks
Last Line: Sleepy and headed home


PHENOMENOLOGY FOR DUMMIES       
First Line: The blue lips of the sheriff
Last Line: Waiting for coffee and dawn


POEM FOR ADLAI STEVENSON AND YELLOW JACKETS       
First Line: It's summer, 1956, in maine, a camp resort
Last Line: Nothing like what I thought


PORTABLE EARTH LAMP       
First Line: The planet on the desk, illuminated globe


SNOW BIRD       
First Line: Not a bird made of snow, but the snow itself- %snow is a bird
Last Line: Making the clouds its perch, the sweep and stitch, %the glare-hush


THAT SPRING       
First Line: The river was fast
Last Line: The solo of a solo of a solo


TO HALLEY'S COMET       
First Line: Thumbsmear, figment, dust-and-ice-ball portent


TOOL TALK       
First Line: Put tip of pot through loop. Pull tight


TWO MOMENTS IN ITALY: 1. THE EMPIRE OF ICE CREAM       
First Line: Around midnight on a summer evening
Last Line: Served by the most patient man %I've ever seen


TWO MOMENTS IN ITALY: 2. LL MIGLIOR LADRO       
First Line: I mentioned %that I'd like to come back
Last Line: Charles is looking up at me, %shading his eyes!


TWO TRIPS TO IRELAND       
First Line: Well-eye, gazing at daytime stars
Last Line: By a man so trapped in time
Subject(s): Hotels; Ireland; Roads; Travel


WIND, RAIN, LIGHT       
First Line: The drooling roof of an old barn overhead
Last Line: No longer needing to know %what anything means