CONCRETE POEMS

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Early Sunset

If the sun sets for me at dawn
So that the white in me turns black
Before I shed off a single milk teeth
If I vacate that soothsome seat
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Michael Aete

Michael Aete
Aggressive Believer

Aggressive believer
Steve Anc

The frozen ground,
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Steve Anc

Steve Anc
Things I Didn't Know I Loved

it's 1962 March 28th
I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
night is falling
I never knew I liked
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Nazim Hikmet
Statue

Cement up to the neck
& my head packed
with unsaid words.
A gullet full of pebbles,
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Erica Jong
Letter To An Archaeologist

Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, utter
garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht;
a scalp so often scalded with boiling water
that the puny brain feels completely cooked.
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Joseph Brodsky
Understand

wild animals become divinely rare
their habitats wild homes are soft earth & tree
cannot flee before the bulldozer concrete
flame and smoke desert where only wheat
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S. K. Kelen
Hymn Of Breaking Strain

The careful text-books measure
(Let all who build beware!)
The load, the shock, the pressure
Material can bear.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton

I

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
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T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
The Canvas

I want the new canvas of the day to look really good
and thus I start in the morning with a grateful mood:
with strokes of colour, soft and sweet pastel
I want to make a superb and pleasing aquarelle
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Keisy Rams The Poet

Keisy Rams The Poet
Divorce

Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying.
Rushed through the dark house.
Stopped, remembering. Stood looking
out at bright moonlight on concrete.
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Jack Gilbert
Mugging (i)

I
Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth streetâ??s duskâ??
Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking neighborhood
Tonite at seven walked out past garbage cans chained to concrete anchors
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Allen Ginsberg
Nightmare Number Three

We had expected everything but revolt
And I kind of wonder myself when they started thinking--
But thereâ??s no dice in that now.
Iâ??ve heard fellow say
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Stephen Vincent Benét
Overture To A Dance Of Locomotives

Men with picked voices chant the names
of cities in a huge gallery: promises
that pull through descending stairways
to a deep rumbling.
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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams
Mother

Ash falls on the roof
of my house.

I have cursed you enough
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Erica Jong
Australia Today 1916

They came from the lower levels
Deep down in the Brilliant mine;
From the wastes where the whirlwind revels,
Whirling the leaves of pine.
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Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)
Australia Today 1916

They came from the lower levels
Deep down in the Brilliant mine;
From the wastes where the whirlwind revels,
Whirling the leaves of pine.
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Banjo Paterson
Visiting A Dead Man On A Summer Day

In flat America, in Chicago,
Graceland cemetery on the German North Side.
Forty feet of Corinthian candle
celebrate Pullman embedded
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Marge Piercy
Autobiography

I was born in 1902
I never once went back to my birthplace
I don't like to turn back
at three I served as a pasha's grandson in Aleppo
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Nazim Hikmet
Letters From A Man In Solitary

1
I carved your name on my watchband
with my fingernail.
Where I am, you know,
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Nazim Hikmet
The Morn That Breaks Its Heart Of Gold

From an ode 'In Commemoration of the Founding of the
Massachusetts Bay Colony.'

The morn that breaks its heart of gold
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
On A View Of Pasadena From The Hills

From the high terrace porch I watch the dawn.
No light appears, though dark has mostly gone,
Sunk from the cold and monstrous stone. The hills
Lie naked but not light. The darkness spills
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Yvor Winters
A Tale Of The Thirteenth Floor

The hands of the clock were reaching high
In an old midtown hotel;
I name no name, but its sordid fame
Is table talk in hell.
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Ogden Nash
The Widening Spell Of The Leaves

--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968
--for my brother

Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill.
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Larry Levis
Eureka - A Prose Poem (an Essay On The Material And Spiritual Universe)

It is with humility really unassumed, it is with a sentiment even of awe, that I pen the opening sentence of this work: for of all conceivable subjects I approach the reader with the most solemn, the most comprehensive, the most difficult, the most august.

What terms shall I find sufficiently simple in their sublimity -- sufficiently sublime in their simplicity, for the mere enunciation of my theme?

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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
The Song Of Songs

I HEARD a Spirit singing as, beyond the morning winging,
Its radiant form went swinging like a star:
In its song prophetic voices mixed their sounds with trumpet-noises,
As when, loud, the World rejoices after war.
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
The Pilgrim's Fathers

ONE righteous word for Lawâ??the common will;
One living truth of Faithâ??God regnant still;
One primal test of Freedomâ??all combined;
One sacred Revolutionâ??change of mind;
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John Boyle O'reilly
A Dream Of Bric-a-brac

I dreamed I was in fair Niphon.
Amid tea-fields I journeyed on,
Reclined in my jinrikishaw;
Across the rolling plains I saw
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John Hay

John Hay
Plutonian Ode

I

What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there
a new thing under the Sun?
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Allen Ginsberg
Lines To A Friend Visiting America

I

Now farewell to you! you are
One of my dearest, whom I trust:
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George Meredith

George Meredith
Foresight And Patience

Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,
Are they who point our pathway and sustain.
They rarely meet; one soars, one walks retired.
When they do meet, it is our earth inspired.
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George Meredith

George Meredith
The Triumph Of Love

I

Sun-blazed, over Romsley, a livid rain-scarp.

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Geoffrey Hill
Solidarity Song

Peoples of the world, together
Join to serve the common cause!
So it feeds us all for ever
See to it that it's now yours.
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Bertolt Brecht
Jug

THE SHALE and water thrown together so-so first of all,
Then a potter's hand on the wheel and his fingers shaping the jug; out of the mud a mouth and a handle;
Slimpsy, loose and ready to fall at a touch, fire plays on it, slow fire coaxing all the water out of the shale mix.
Dipped in glaze more fire plays on it till a molasses lava runs in waves, rises and retreats, a varnish of volcanoes.
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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
Before

Before the gate has been closed,
before the last question is posed,
before I am transposed.
Before the weeds fill the gardens,
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Yehuda Amichai
Oh My God

Three simple words
Commonly used
A mode of expression
Frequently abused.
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Rose Marie Juan Austin
The Weary One

The weary one, orphan
of the masses, the self,
the crushed one, the one made of concrete,
the one without a country in crowded restaurants,
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Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
Summer Holiday

When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of
bronze
And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
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Robinson Jeffers
The Ape And God

Son put a poser up to me
That made me scratch my head:
"God made the whole wide world," quoth he;
"That's right, my boy," I said.
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Robert William Service
Response

There is a music of immaculate love,
That beats within the virgin veins of Spring,
And trillium blossoms, like the stars that cling
To fairies' wands; and, strung on sprays above,
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
The Precision

God spoke once in the dark: dead sound
in the dead silence. I turned
in my sleep.
      I slept and sank away.
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Yvor Winters
The Ape And God

Son put a poser up to me
That made me scratch my head:
“God made the whole wide world,” quoth he;
“That's right, my boy,” I said.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
How Pleasant To Know Mr. Lear

How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few find him pleasant enough.
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Edward Lear

Edward Lear
Seven Decades

At ten I read Mayakovsky had died,
learned my first word of Russian, lyublyu;
watched my English teacher poke his earwax
with a well-chewed HB and get the class
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Edwin Morgan
Meanwhile, In Another Part Of The War

On the street of the concrete refugee tenements
That have collapsed into the smoking holes
The Israeli rockets blew open at dawnâ??s early light,
The sundered limbs and torsos of a Jenin family
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James Phillip Mcauley
The Barter Boom

Now, since man became a martyr
To this economic stress,
He has sought relief, in barter,
From financial wretchedness;
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
The New York Skyscraper

The Woolworth Building
ENORMOUSLY it lifts
Its tower against the splendor of the west;
Like some wild dream that drifts
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
The Summer I Was Sixteen

The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
its slide a silver afterthought down which
we plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.
We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.
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Geraldine Connolly
The Future Of Forestry

How will the legend of the age of trees
Feel, when the last tree falls in England?
When the concrete spreads and the town conquers
The countryâ??s heart; when contraceptive
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Clive Staples Lewis