modern poetry

Irrigated Land

  I tried for a long time not to write.   Looked plainly at new places, traveled without paper, bought magazines at airports, took jobs that paid, dug into the endless domestic day.   Poetry is patient. It forgives the squander of silent afternoons, allows books to lie flat or stand straight.   It accepts […]

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Corcovado

  The idea was good, or nobody would have paid.   3.2 million in dollars today to claim the works of God below:   Black whale boulders beached by Guanabara bay,   Dripping buildings with coastal window holes,   Polka dot slums that cut the jungle into picture frames,   The blue white yellow gold […]

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Baby

  You are A long time Coming   Now All time is Your time   My time is Yours since Before   But your Time is Not mine   It is yours I get to Watch it   Feel how You are not In me   But you were There you Grew   Into a […]

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New Computer

Because this is the first poem I write on my new computer, I want it to be clean. It will go into a file where a new book of poems will gather over time. Poems that belong to another book will have another file. There will also be a file for poems that are nothing […]

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