Kenneth Koch Sun Poems

  • 1.
    I set forth one misted white day of June
    Beneath the great Atlantic rainway, and heard:
    รข??Honestly you smite worlds of truth, but
    Lose your own trains of thought, like a pigeon.
  • 2.

    The leaves of blue came drifting down.
    In the corner Madeleine Reierbacher was reading Lorna Doone.
  • 3.
    Is the governor falling
    From a great height?
    Arm in arm we fled the brassiere factory,
    The motion-boat stayed on the shore!
  • 4.
    I love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut
    That will solve a murder case unsolved for years
    Because the murderer left it in the snow beside a window
    Through which he saw her head, connecting with
  • 5.
    It takes a lot of a person's life
    To be French, or English, or American
    Or Italian. And to be at any age. To live at any certain time.
    The Polish-born resident of Manhattan is not merely a representative of
  • 6.
    The sun is high, the seaside air is sharp,
    And salty light reveals the Mayan School.
    The Irish hope their names are on the harp,
    We see the sheep's advertisement for wool,
  • 7.
    You have helped hold me together.
    I'd like you to be still.
    Stop talking or doing anything else for a minute.
    No. Please. For three minutes, maybe five minutes.
  • 8.
    I remember when I wrote The Circus
    I was living in Paris, or rather we were living in Paris
    Janice, Frank was alive, the Whitney Museum
    Was still on 8th Street, or was it still something else?
  • 9.

    At the Poem Society a black-haired man stands up to say
    -You make me sick with all your talk about restraint and mature talent!
Total 9 Sun Poems by Kenneth Koch

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