Jared Carter Place Poems
- 1. Spirea
Then she came, the sybil, out through the doors
of The Bell, the single drinking establishment
permitted in that narrow little country town-
she came out neither staggering nor collapsing
... - 2. A Christmas Morning
One of my father's oldest stories:
how when he was a boy growing up
in that town, there were no ponies.
Buggies were gone almost as soon
... - 3. Scoring
Philip Larkin, 1922-1985
Poets, Larkin, some of us became
for no more reason than a face
... - 4. Poppies
This must be how it happens: that the sun
Enlarges the boles, that they become heavy
And bend on their stalks, hanging singly
Or in pairs, in the dry wind, almost done
... - 5. Truth To Tell
Vous n'etes que les masques sur des faces masquees
-Apollinaire
Start, then, with a sense of beginning, of sleep
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