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Houses by A. S. J. Tessimond People who are afraid of themselves Multiply themselves into families And so divide themselves And so become less afraid. People who might have to go out Into clanging strangers’ laughter, Crowd under roofs, make compacts To no more than smile at each other. People who might meet their own […]
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Flight Of Stairs by A. S. J. Tessimond Stairs fly as straight as hawks; Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausing At a ledge to poise their wings before relaunching. Stairs sway at the height of their flight Like a melody in Tristan; Or swoop to the ground with glad spread of their […]
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Epitaph On A Disturber Of His Times by A. S. J. Tessimond We expected the violin’s finger on the upturned nerve; Its importunate cry, too laxly curved: And you drew us an oboe-outline, clean and acute; Unadorned statement, accurately carved. We expected the screen, the background for reverie Which cloudforms usefully weave: And you built […]
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Epitaph For Our Children by A. S. J. Tessimond Blame us for these who were cradled and rocked in our chaos; Watching our sidelong watching, fearing our fear; Playing their blind-man’s-bluff in our gutted mansions, Their follow-my-leader on a stair that ended in air. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links […]
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Cats by A. S. J. Tessimond Cats no less liquid than their shadows Offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes Less than themselves; will not be pinned To rules or routes for journeys; counter Attack with non-resistance; twist Enticing through the curving fingers And leave an angered empty fist. They […]
Attack On The Ad-Man
Attack On The Ad-Man by A. S. J. Tessimond This trumpeter of nothingness, employed To keep our reason dull and null and void. This man of wind and froth and flux will sell The wares of any who reward him well. Praising whatever he is paid to praise, He hunts for ever-newer, smarter ways […]
When I Was Young the Silk poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: The air-head tugged me up, tore my roots loose and drove high, so high I want to touch down now and taste the ground I want to take in my silk and ask where I […]
Weathering poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh Poems in English More external links […]
Their Sex Life poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
One failure on Top of another Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh Poems in English More external links (open in a new […]
The City Limits poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook and cranny not overhung or hidden; when you consider that birds’ bones make no awful noise against the light but lie low in the light as in a high testimony; when you consider the radiance, […]
Still poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I’ll wake up and find the lowly nearby, a handy focus and reminder, a ready measure of my significance, the voice by which I would be heard, the wills, the kinds of selfishness I could freely […]
So I Said I Am Ezra poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I listened to the wind go over my head and up into the night Turning to the sea I said I am Ezra but there were no echoes from the waves The words were swallowed up […]
Small Song poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh Poems in English More […]
Shit List; Or, Omnium-gatherum Of Diversity Into Unity poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
You’ll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green as), fish shit (the generality), trout shit, rainbow trout shit (for the nice), mullet shit, sand dab shit, casual sloth shit, elephant shit (awesome as process or payload), wildebeest shit, horse shit (a favorite), caterpillar […]
Rogue Elephant poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm and actual conditions for what needs to be done and to do it: fine, the best, if it works out, but if, like a gun, it comes in handy to the wrong choice, why then […]
Rivulose poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for each sunset, hold on to you, if dreams wander, give reality recurrence enough to keep an image clear, but then you realize, time going on, that time’s residual like the last ice age’s cool still […]
Release poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
After a long muggy hanging day the raindrops started so sparse the bumblebee flew between them home Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all […]
Recovery poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset shot them black into infinity: next morning darkness returned from the other infinity and the shadows caught ground and through the morning, slowing, hardened into noon. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking […]
Rapids poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
Fall’s leaves are redder than spring’s flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out or down in shoals or droves: though I have not been here long, I can look up at the sky at night and tell how things are likely to go for the next hundred million […]
Poetics poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in so that the birch tree white touched black at branches will stand out wind-glittering totally its apparent self: I look for the forms things want to come as from what black wells of […]
Mule Song poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage colic, where oats need not come to, bleached by crystals of her trembling time: beyond all brunt of seasons, blind forever to all blinds, inhabited by brooks still she may wraith […]
In Memoriam Mae Noblitt poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of direct light and slanting through the quadrant seasons: deep space begins at our heels, nearly rousing us loose: we look up or out so high, sight’s silk almost draws us away: this is just a […]
Identity poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility is high along the peripheries of spider webs: you can go all around the fringing attachments and find disorder ripe, entropy rich, high levels of random, numerous occasions of accident: 2) the possible settings of […]
Hymn poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea marshes and the brant in bays and over the hills of tall hickory and over the crater lakes and canyons and on up through the spheres of diminishing air past the blackset noctilucent clouds where […]
Gravelly Run poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
I don’t know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to the victory of stones and trees, of bending sandpit lakes, crescent round groves of dwarf pine: for it is not so much to know the self as to know it as it is known by […]
Eyesight poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I’ve missed it, it came and went before I got right to see: don’t worry, said the mountain, try the later northern slopes or if you can climb, climb into spring: but said the mountain it’s not […]
Design poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held deeps, to rush shallows, spill thin through heights, but then, edging, to eddy aside, nothing of all but nothing’s curl of motion spent. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s […]
Crowride poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the system so friction-free, the bobbing lasts way past any interest in the subject. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty Writing – […]
Called Into Play poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
Fall fell: so that’s it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time for that, the snow stuff: & turkeys and old St. Nick: where am I going to find something to write about I haven’t already written away: I will have to stop short, look down, look […]
An Improvisation For Angular Momentum poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a leaf, gap, or ledge, everything flowing except where sight touches seen: stop, though, and reality snaps back in, locked hard, forms sharply themselves, bushbank, dentree, phoneline, definite, fixed, the self, too, then caught real, clouds […]
After Yesterday poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
After yesterday afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from leaves and twigs with a long singing. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, […]
Sunday Morning Blues poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
there is this kind of motionless motion children crying themselves to sleep the taste of sunsets for breakfast and champagne for lunch there is this kind of mellow music hills made of wild strawberries salt on hard boiled eggs Peanuts in the comic strips and radio DJ’s with god awful jokes that see me through […]
I Kiss the Feet of Angels poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
dark stormy night fog creeping in over the hills raindrops falling on the window I see the faces of old friends staring at me ghosts from the past freight trains steam ships subway trains carrying their cargo of death Rimbaud the mad hatter Baudelaire Lorca fed a meal of bullets Kaufman black messiah walking Bourbon […]
Grand Slam Night poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
the lights are low you can see the sweat beads bathing his face like a lizard’s tongue the crowd is standing on its feet screaming, dancing, whistling stomping their feet to the tune of a marching band he’s gyrating his hips making love to the mike his words are thunder lightning bolts appear from nowhere […]
Father Divine poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
no one but us older folks remembers Father Divine A self made black preacher who founded his own church and declared himself to be God and had a flock of believers mostly white women who gave up their life savings to sleep with God He drove a big white Cadillac and had a white wife […]
Sunday Morning Blues poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
Sunday Morning Blues poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster there is this kind of motionless motionchildren crying themselves to sleepthe taste of sunsets for breakfastand champagne for lunchthere is this kind of mellow musichills made of wild strawberriessalt on hard boiled eggsPeanuts in the comic stripsand radio DJ’s with god awful jokesthat […]
I Kiss the Feet of Angels poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
I Kiss the Feet of Angels poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monsterdark stormy nightfog creeping inover the hillsraindrops fallingon the windowI see the faces of old friendsstaring at meghosts from the pastfreight trains steam shipssubway trains carrying theircargo of deathRimbaud the mad hatterBaudelaireLorca fed a meal of bulletsKaufman black messiahwalking Bourbon streeteating […]
Grand Slam Night poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
Grand Slam Night poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster the lights are lowyou can see the sweat beadsbathing his face like a lizard’s tonguethe crowd is standing on its feetscreaming, dancing, whistlingstomping their feet to the tuneof a marching band he’s gyrating his hipsmaking love to the mikehis words are thunderlightning bolts […]
Father Divine poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
Father Divine poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster no one but us older folksremembers Father DivineA self made black preacherwho founded his own churchand declared himselfto be Godand had a flock of believersmostly white womenwho gave up their life savingsto sleep with God He drove a big white Cadillacand had a white […]
Was Then by AC Zenner
was then by A.C. Zenner it was… as yet… not eaten… that meal… which tore… and drew… the breath… of life… from her… and all… she strove… to be… to him… his crust… too thick… to cut… with just… her meager knife Copyright ©: A.C. Zenner Poetry Monster – Home A few random […]