Classic and Contemporary Poets

JAMES HARRISON

Poems found: 745

THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS

RETURNING AT NIGHT

THIS IS COLD SALT...

A DOMESTIC POEM FOR PORTIA

A REDOLENCE FOR NIMS

A SEQUENCE OF WOMEN: 1

A SEQUENCE OF WOMEN: 2

A SEQUENCE OF WOMEN: 3

A YEAR'S CHANGES

AFTER IKKYU: 10

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AFTER IKKYU: 53

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AFTER IKKYU: 57

AFTER READING TAKAHASHI

COUNTING BIRDS; FOR GERALD VIZENOR

CREDO, AFTER E.P.

FAIR/BOY CHRISTIAN TAKES A BREAK

FOUR MATRICES: 1. HOME

FOUR MATRICES: 2. COUNTING ARIZONA

FOUR MATRICES: 3. HOME

FOUR MATRICES: 4. THE SEA

GATHERING APRIL; FOR SIMIC

GEO-BESTIARY: 1

GEO-BESTIARY: 10

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HELLO WALLS; TO WILLIE NELSON

IN INTERIMS: OUTLYER

JOHN SEVERIN WALGREN, 1874-1962

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 10

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 11; TO DIANE W.

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 12

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LETTERS TO YESENIN: 1; TO D.G.

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LETTERS TO YESENIN: 28; TO ROBERT DUNCAN

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 29

LETTERS TO YESENIN: 2; TO ROSE

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LETTERS TO YESENIN: 9

LOOKING FORWARD TO AGE

LULLABY FOR A DAUGHTER

MARRIAGE GHAZAL

MISSY 1966-1971

MY FIRST DAY AS A PAINTER

MY FRIEND THE BEAR

NATURAL WORLD: 1

NATURAL WORLD: 2

NIGHT IN BOSTON

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NORTHERN MICHIGAN

NOT WRITING MY NAME

RETURN TO YESENIN

RETURNING TO EARTH

RICH FOLKS, POOR FOLKS, AND NEITHER

ROOSTER; TO PAT RYAN

SCRUBBING THE FLOOR THE NIGHT A GREAT LADY DIED; RUFFIAN 1972-1975

SKETCH FOR A JOB APPLICATION BLANK

SUITE TO APPLENESS: 1

SUITE TO APPLENESS: 2

SUITE TO APPLENESS: 3

SUITE TO FATHERS: 1

SUITE TO FATHERS: 2

SUITE TO FATHERS: 3

THE BRAND NEW STATUE OF LIBERTY; TO LEE IACOCCA (ANOTHER MICHIGAN BOY)

THE CHATHAM GHAZAL

THE DAVENPORT LUNAR ECLIPSE

THE SAME GOOSE MOON

THE THEORY AND PRACTICE OF RIVERS

THE TIMES ATLAS; FOR MY MENTOR, LONG DEAD, RICHARD HALLIBURTON

THE WOMAN FROM SPIRITWOOD

THREE NIGHT SONGS: 1

THREE NIGHT SONGS: 2

THREE NIGHT SONGS: 3

TRAVERSE CITY ZOO

WALTER OF BATTERSEA

WEEPING; FOR DAVE KELLY FROM LONG AGO

WHAT HE SAID WHEN I WAS ELEVEN

BOOK ON THE ARMS OF MY CHAIR

DOZEN DEAD HOUSEFLIES

HOUSE WILL TURN ITSELF

LIGHT SNOW SHOWS

MAN PAYS COURT WITH HIS POEMS

NEPHEW RUBS THE SORE FEET

NEW SPRING AND IT'S STILL 5:30

VERMILION FLYCATCHER FLEW TOO FAR NORTH

WELCOME MAR OF MOONLIGHT

ACTRESSES I'VE KNOWN GROW YOUNGER

AFTER CAREFULLY LISTING MY 10,000 ILLUSIONS

AFTER FIFTY YEARS OR TRACKING CLOUDS

AFTER ROWING MY BLUE AND BROWN BOAT

ALL I WANT TO BE

ALL THOSE SPIN BUTCHERS DROOLING

ALL THOSE YEARS

ALONE IN THE CAR

OLD SONG FROM MY YOUTH

UNCOMMON NUMBER OF US DIE

AS A BOY WHEN DESPERATE I'D PRAY WITH BARE KNEES

AS A CHILD I LOVED TO SQUARE-DANCE

AS LONG AS THE WOODPECKER

AT 62 I'VE OUTLIVED 95 PERCENT

AT DAWN, A RABBIT STRETCHES TALL

AT THE CABIN I LEFT HE CANOLA BOTTLE OPEN

AT THE END, JUST A PINCH OF THE WORLD

AT THE TIP OF MEMORY'S

AUTUMN DUSK, AND IN THE GRASS

AWAKE IN PARIS ALL NIGHT LISTENING TO RAIN

BETWEEN THE FOUR PADS

BLACK DOG ON WHITE SNOW

BUCKET IN THE RAIN

BUDDHISTS SAY EVERYTHING IS LED BY MIND

BULLFROG GROANS

BUT THE SEVENTEEN-YEAR CICADA

CHARRED BEYOND RECOGNITION' IS BAD NEWS

CLEAR SUMMER DAWN

COME CLOSE TO DEATH

COME TO THINK OF IT

COMING HOME FROM THE TAVERN

COMING HOME LATE FROM THE TAVERN

CROW WITH A RED BEAK

DEAD RACCOON, LEGS IN THE AIR

DEERFLIES DIE BY THE BILLIONS, THE COOL AIR

DEWDROPS ARE THE DREAMS

DNA SHOWS THAT I'M THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER

DO YOU FEEL YOUR AGE?' SHE ASKED

EACH CLOCK TICK FALLS

EACH TIME I GO OUTSIDE THE WORLD

EARTH TOUCHED MOON

ELABORATE IS THE COURTLINESS

EVERY TIME I'VE HAD A SEA CHANGE

EVERYONE THOUGHT I'D DIE

FAUCET DRIPPING INTO A PAN

FEAR IS A SWALLOW

FIFTY-TWO DEGREES AT NOON, JULY 2

FIRST DEERFLY EMERGED SOLSTICE MORNING

FOR SIXTY-THREE YEARS I'VE GROUND MYSELF

FRESH SNOW STANDING DEEP

GENTLE READERS, TOMORROW I UNDERGO'

GETTING OLDER I'M MUCH BETTER AT WATCHING

GOD'S HAND IS CUPPED

HER VOICE HAD A DEEP RESONANCE

HOW ATTENTIVE THE BIG BEAR RESTING HIS CHIN

HOW CAN I DISAPPOINT MYSELF?

HOW CAN LORCA SAY HE'S ONLY THE PULSE

HOW EVIL ALL PRIESTHOODS

HOW FOOLISH THE HOUSEPLANT LOOKS

HOW IS IT THE RICH ALWAYS KNOW

HOW LUCKY IN ONE LIFE TO SEE

HOW ONE OLD TIRE LEANS UP AGAINST

HOW SHARP MUST BE THE FLETCHER'S KNIFE

HOW TALL WOULD I BE

I AM WHEREVER I FIND MYSELF TO BE

I HAVE GROWN OLD, AND KNOW

I HAVE USED UP MORE THAN

I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN

I HEARD THE LAKE CHEEPING

I HOPE THERE'S TIME

I MIGHT HAVE BEEN A WELDER

I PREFER THE SKYLINE

I REMEMBER BEING A CELLULAR OYSTER

I SAW A BLACK BUTTERFLY

I SCHLUMP AROUND THE FARM

I SURELY UNDERSTAND PAPER AND HOW POETS

I THOUGHT MY FRIEND WAS DRINKING

I TRACE MY NOBLE ANCESTRY BACK

I USED TO HAVE TIME BY THE ASS

I WANT TO DESCRIBE MY LIFE IN HUSHED TONES

I WAS BORN A BABY

I WAS PARALYZED FROM THE WAIST UP

I WOKE UP AS NOTHING. NOW START PILING

I'M SIXTY-TWO AND CAN DROP DEAD

I'M SO PLEASED THAT YEATS

I'VE BEEN MARRIED SINCE BIRTH

I'VE NEVER LEARNED FROM EXPERIENCE

IF A CAMEL CAN STRETCH IT'S MUZZLE

IF YOU CAN AWAKEN

IKKYU WAS AWAKENED BY A CROW'S CAW

IMAGINE A GALLERY

IN 1947 A SINGLE GOLD NUGGET WAS FOUND

IN A PASTURE, WILD TURKEYS

IN BRAZIL I LEAPT

IN EACH OF MY CELLS DAD AND MOM

IN MEXICO THE BIG, LOVELY

IN OUR FARTHEST FIELD

IN OUR OCTOBER WINDFALL TIME RED

IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR'S HARNESS

IN THE HOUSE THE LIZARD'S ENEMY

IN THE MORNING LIGHT

IN THIS LOWBROW WILDERNESS

IN WINTER, DON'T EVER

IS THIS POEM A PEBBLE

IT RAINED SO HARD THE SKY BECAME WATER

IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE THERE'S A SKELETON

IT'S NICE TO THINK THAT WHEN

IT'S THE DEVIL'S

JULY, AND FAT BLACK FLIES

JUST BEFORE I FLY OUT OF MYSELF

LAST YEAR THE SNAKE

LAZED ON THE FLOOR LIKE AN OLD BABY

LET GO OF THE MIND, THE THOUSAND BLUE

LETTER FROM BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

LIFE HAS ALWAYS YELLED AT ME

LIKE A FIST, THE TOAD

LIKE AN OLD DOG

LOOK AGAIN: THAT'S NOT

LOST FOR A WHILE

MIDDAY SILENCE IS DIFFERENT

MIRRORS HAVE ALWAYS GIVE THE WRONG

MONKEYS SEARCH EACH OTHER

MOUSE NEST IN THE TOE OF MY BOOT

MY DOG GIRLFRIEND ROSE WAS LOST

MY NEW TRIFOCALS HURT MY NOSE

MY STOPPED CLOCK IS ALWAYS

MY WIFE'S LOVELY DOG, MARY, KILLS

NEXT TO A GRAVESTONE

NOVEMBER COLD. HEY, GRASSHOPPER!

NOW AN OUTLANDER, ONCE A POET IN N.Y.

NOW IT'S THE BODY'S DOG, PAIN

NOW THAT I'M OLDER I PERFECTLY

OFTEN I TRAVEL AT NIGHT AND AM SURPRISED

OH THE DARK, RANK, BRACKISH RUT

OH, TO BE IN LOVE

OH, TO WRITE JUST ONE POEM

OLD WHITE SOUP BOWL

ON EVEREST THERE ARE PINK CONCEALED

ON EVERY TOPOGRAPHIC MAP

ON ITS STAND ON THE EMPTY STAGE

ON THE CABIN FLOOR A TRAPPED MOUSE

ON THE NIGHTSTAND

ON THE SHOULDER, THE TURTLE

ONE BARRED OWL HARRIED BY

ONE GROWS TIRED OF THE HOAX OF UP

OPEN THE SHOE-STORE DOOR

OUR LIVES AS HIGHLIGHTS ON TV

OUT IN A FIELD, AN IMMENSE EMPTY

POUT AN DRIFT. THE POET SELF-SUNK

RAIN CLOUDS GONE

RAINDROPS ON YOUR GLASSES

RATE THE HOURS. ONE AND 5 A.M.

READING POETRY LATE AT NIGHT

REPUBLICANS THINK THAT ALL OVER THE WORLD

RILKE SAYS THE NEW YEAR BRINGS THINGS THAT HAVE

RISING FROM A CRAMPED POSITION

ROWING ACROSS THE LAKE

SCIENTISTS SAY THE MOON GROWS 1 HALF INCHES

SEE HOW THE RICH AND FAMOUS

SHE CLIMBED THE GREEN-LEAFED APPLE TREE

SHE OWNS A PERFECT BUTT

SLEEPING ON MY RIGHT SIDE I THINK

SO HAPPY WITH MY FAT OLD BODY

SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR

SO THE GREEKS HAD AMPHORAE

SO WHAT IF WOMEN

SOME NIGHTS ARE THREE NIGHTS LONG

SOMETIMES ALL IT TAKES

SOMETIMES FATE WILL STEAL A BABY

SOMETIMES MY BIG FRONT TEETH BITE

SOMETIMES THE TEAKETTLE RATTLES

STARS FROM HORIZON TO HORIZON

STILL AT TIME I'M A DUMB LITTLE BOY

STRAINING ON THE TOILET

STRANGE WORLD INDEED

SUDDENLY MY CLOCKS AGREE

SURELY SOMEONE WILL HELP

THAT LITTLE RED EYE BEHIND THE TOILET?

THAT WINTER THE NIGHT FELL SEVEN

BIG FAT GARTER SNAKE

BIOMASS OF ANTS

BLACK SLEEVE FALLS BACK'

BLIND MAN NAVIGATES

BUTTERFLY'S BRAIN

CLOCK STOPPED AT 5:30 FOR THREE MONTHS

COLDER THE RAINDROPS

COWDOGS CAUGHT THEIR FIRST JACKRABBIT

CRUMPLED CANDY WRAPPER

CUPS OF THE TULIPS

DEER HUNG FLAPPING

FACE YOU LOOK OUT OF

FAT SNAKE'S GONE THIS YEAR

FIREFLY'S ONE WORD

FULL MOON OFTEN RISES

GIRL WITH BLUE SHORTS AND BROWN LEGS

GOOFY YOUNG BALD EAGLE

GREAT GOURMAND ROWS IS BOAT

HANDLE OF ITS NECK

HAY IN THE LOFT

IMAGINATION'S KISSES

LOW CEILING GRAZES

MIRROR, BACKED IN BLACK

MOON PUT HER HAND

MOON PUT HER WHITE HANDS

MOON, ALL LORDLY WHITE

NIGHTMARE WE WAKEN FROM

NINTH TIME I SCREWED OPHELIA

NUTHATCH IS IN BUSINESS

OLD FINN (85) WALKS

OLD HEN SCRATCHES

ONE-EYED MAN MUST BE FEARFUL

OWL IS A BRONZE URN OF ASHES

PASTURES GROW UP

PATH DISAPPEARED. THERE WAS A FIELD

PATIENCE OF THE SPIDER'S WEB

PILOT RAZOR-POINT PEN IS MY

POET HOLDS THE PODIUM

RED-NAPED SAPSUCKER

ROBINS ARE BACK

SPARROW IS NOT BUSY

STONES TURN THEIR BACKS TO US

TREE ALSO DIED THE EXACT

WAY A SPRINGER SPANIEL

WIT OF THE CORPSE

THEIR BALLS WERE SO SWOLLEN THEY COLLIDED

THEN MOUSETRAPS IN THE CELLAR

THERE ARE MORNINGS

THERE IS JUST ONE OF US

THESE HEADLIGHTS

THESE HOUSE-TRAILER FIRES KILL THOUSANDS

THEY'RE PUTTING A NEW GREEN TIN ROOF

THIS IS THE COUNTRY FAIR

THIS SLENDER BLUE THREAD

THREE TEETH PULLED INCLUDING

THROW OUT THE ANCHOR

TIME FLEW IN AND OUT OF THE WINDOW

TIME MAKES US SUPPLICANT WHORES

TO HAVE REVERENCE FOR LIFE

TO PREVENT LEAKAGE

TODAY A PINK ROSE IN A VASE

TREASURE WHAT YOU FIND

TREES STAY IN PLACE

TRELAWNY BURNED SHELLEY'S HEART

TRUST SNOW TO KEEP IT A SECRET

TURTLE HAS JUST ONE PLAN

TWISTED MY ANKLE

TWO SQUIRRELS FIGHT

UNDER THE STORYTELLER'S HAT

WAITED ALL DAY FOR THE MOON TO RISE

WANTED: LOOKING FOR OWL ROOSTS

WAY OUT IN THE LOCAL WILDERNESS

WE FLAP OUR GUMS, OUR WATTLES, OUR

WELL BEFORE DAWN I WOKE

WHAT HAS BECOME

WHAT I LEARNED: DOGS WALK UPSTAIRS

WHAT I WOULD DO FOR WISDOM

WHAT IF EVERYONE YOU'VE LOVED

WHAT IS IT THE WIND HAS LOST

WHAT PLEASURE: A NEW STRAW HAT

WHAT PRIZES AND AWARDS WILL I GET FOR REVEALING

WHEN A HAMMER SINGS

WHEN I FOUND MY TRACKS IN THE SNOW

WHEN I TOUCHED HER LONG FEET

WHEN I WATCHED HER HANDS

WHEN SHE LEFT ME

WHEN THE DOLLHOUSE WAS BUILT IN A MONTH'S WORK

WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER

WHEN TIME PICKS APPLES

WHEN WE WERE VERY POOR ONE SPRING

WHEN WE WERE YOUNG WE TALKED

WHEN WOMEN PLEASURE THEMSELVES, I HEARD

WHEN YOU DRINK FROM DAWN'S LIGHT

WHICH WAY WILL THE CREEK

WHILE MY BOWL IS STILL HALF FULL

WHY DO I BEHAVE SO BADLY?

WIND IN THE CHIMNEY

WISH-WASH. TEN THOUSAND TONS OF PEANUTS

WITH HER BRUSH, THE ARTIST

WITHOUT HER SCARVES

YOU ASKED, WHAT MAKES YOU SURE?

YOU HAD TO MILK THE COWS AT 5 A.M.

YOU STEP IN THE SAME RIVER ONCE ONLY

YOU TOLD ME YOU COULDN'T SEE

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