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.

(C) Archie Randolph Ammons
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Archie Randolph Ammons

• Corsons Inlet
• Winter Scene
• So I Said I Am Ezra
• Weathering
• Viable
• Cut The Grass
• Their Sex Life
• The Confirmers
• Clarity
• When I Was Young The Silk
• Identity
• Crowride
• Autonomy
• Poetics
• Called Into Play
• Gravelly Run
• Elegy For A Jet Pilot
• Eyesight
• Rogue Elephant
• Design
• An Improvisation For Angular Momentum