B H Fairchild Poems

  • 1.
    Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from college
    one winter, hauling a load of Herefords
    from Hogtown to Guymon with a pint of
    Ezra Brooks and a copy of Rilkeâ??s Duineser
    ...
  • 2.
    The Problem

    The name of the bow is life, but its work is death.
    â??The Fragments
    ...
  • 3.
    I am tired of the heave and swell,
    the deep lunge in the belly, the gut's
    dumb show of dance and counterdance,
    sway and pause, the pure jig of nausea
    ...
  • 4.
    "Gesang ist Dasein"

    A small thing done well, the steel bit paring
    the cut end of the collar, lifting delicate
    ...
  • 5.
    Outside my window the wasps
    are making their slow circle,
    dizzy flights of forage and return,
    hovering among azaleas
    ...
  • 6.
    Dust storm, we thought, a brown swarm
    plugging the lungs, or a locust-cloud,
    but this was a collapse, a slow sinking
    to deeper brown, and deeper still, like the sky
    ...
  • 7.
    In his fifth year the son, deep in the backseat
    of his father's Ford and the mysterium
    of time, holds time in memory with words,
    night, this night, on the way to a stalled rig south
    ...
  • 8.
    How do the winter moths survive when other moths die? What enables them to avoid freezing as they rest, and what makes it possible for them to fly -- and so to seek food and mates -- in the cold?
    Bernd Heinrich, Scientific American

    1. The Himalayas
    ...
  • 9.
    Leonardo imagined the first one.
    The next was a pole lathe with a drive cord,
    illustrated in Plumier's L'art de tourner en perfection.
    Then Ramsden, Vauconson, the great Maudslay,
    ...
Total 9 Poems by B H Fairchild

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