Poems List

I knew that nothing stranger had ever happened.

In the Waiting Room [1976]

I’d have nightmares of other islands stretching away from mine, infinities of islands, islands spawning islands like frogs’ eggs turning into polliwogs of islands, knowing that I had to live on each and every one, eventually, for ages, registering their flora, their fauna, their geography.

Crusoe in England

Icebergs behoove the soul (both being self-made from elements least visible) to see them so: fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.

The Imaginary Iceberg, st. 3

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Irony is the hygiene of the mind.
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It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free, drawn from the cold hard mouth of the world, derived from the rocky breasts forever, flowing and drawn, and since our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.

At the Fishhouses

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Life and the memory of it cramped, dim, on a piece of Bristol board.

Poem [1976]

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Ports are necessities, like postage stamps or soap, / but they seldom seem to care what impressions they make.

Should we have stayed at home, wherever that may be?

Questions of Travel [1965]

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The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Geography III [1976]. One Art

The austere principles of tact tell the tongue to keep away from the aching thought.

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