ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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  keyword(s) in poems:

Sequence: 4

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...

HEAVEN AND HELL


Understand me: I was the boy
in the hidden parts of the barn, 
the holes and channels made by square bales
pressing against the odd angles of the roof,
the one who knew the abandoned corners 
of the corn cribs, the dust and cobwebs 
and broken floorboards--
it was me in the shed whose roof 
had fallen in, where the giant weeds
grew up into the rafters
and made a greenish underwater light.
I knew the sidewalk, that the slab
with the iron ring in its side 
was the lid to a lost cistern, 

and I thought I was supposed to figure out
Heaven and Hell etc.--
the hot sun, the cool earth,
parents' anger, the reason why
things happened backwards and out
of order. Over and over the dew
caught in the grass, and we
were caught in that house with
its basement corners of secrecy,
its closed attics of mystery,
places in the rafters
or by the foundation walls
where I hid alone and had
shadows and daydreams for company.