ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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  keyword(s) in poems:

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ABOUT TO SIT DOWN
Stepping out the back door...

KISS HIS EAR
Brown corn bends as...

STALLING OUT
Just by getting enough distance...

PAGE ZERO
my mind's blank wall...

PARTING
words just off...

CRICKETS HESITATE
the night...

FROM AND TO
my first eternity...

IN THIS LITTLE POEM OR WORLD
I mislaid my travel plans the map...

FIELD GUIDE
indigo bunting no words...

untitled
I knew...

I STAY UP LATE
studying to live...

POEM OF EXPOSURE
the tender outcry...

untitled
underground I'll turn to you...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM TATE
I consider it a citizen's duty...

STANDING STILL IN
november...

HOW I TRAPPED THE MURDERER
I left out the part...

PROVERB
he who sleeps a false sleep...

A SUNDAY NIGHT SERMON FOR DAVID BAKER
The first step is to listen,...

I AM PART BUZZARD
my grandmother was a buzzard...

DEAR FUCKHEADS
my head hurts...

TILL IT THAWS
1....

RESOLUTION
I am so glad...

EVENING POEM
in the cellar...

DISTURBANCE
the world is alive...

FLIGHT
the gamblers...

VISIT
Buying toys, the one remaining copy...

STORM
in trouble again...

JUST AFTER DAWN
We sat among the cattle and he asked me ...

INTERPRETATION
Hour begets hour, dream begets dream,...

THE BUZZARD SPEAKS
I am proud...

INTERRUPTION
not knowing what to say...

JOSEPH'S POEM
if you wish to own a fear...

DIS-ORDER
of course...

BLUE MILLION
in the house dark...

untitled
blank pages spit their silence...

BROKEN POEM
life goes through...

AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. II
the day before my birth...

MARENGO
the pressure of seasons...

TODAY
awoke in the forest...

THIS SHINING

this life so rich with coincidence
anticipation falls apart into shards of urges
the heart's long trial of saying do! and don't!
its bidding and forbidding
ends in a scatter of experience
unrepeatable
accidental

this place the hovering clouds sigh over
as their shadows plot on the meadows
the upper winds' motions
this earth to lie on weighted
by our experience as by a dew
to rise from weightless evaporates

this sky heaving with storms or empty and glaring
these stars piercing distances amazing in their extremity
the prophecies we pattern on their conjunctions
if they seem true our desires seem true
if they lie our hearts lie
if fate had a face it would be modest and regular
it would sympathize itself with our world
anything could happen next or after next

I am as close as your hand when you read this
if everything I've told you were piled together
it would fit in a hole the size a dog could go in
if you look up you see the wind shuffling
thunderheads and a body of birds 
your way over the horizon and at night you can plot
a clutch of stars shifting very ancient but still shining