Category: Poems

  • Windows on Lydia Street

    Windows on Lydia Street

    by Lonnie Hull DuPont • for Doug (Lonnie wrote this poem in 1980. She typed it out and gave it to me in a rattan frame. It’s hanging on my studio wall. I asked Joe, her husband, if I could…

  • Were God To Ask

    Were God To Ask

    May 19, 2001 • for Davey Photo courtesy of Sara Biljana were God to askby what measure of sweetnessHe should make heaven for meI could only makeone answer—just an ordinary day—with you

  • The Day Before

    The Day Before

    November 29, 1989 • for Davey the day before your birthdaywas much like any otherlittle did this country boy realize—working half-heartedly in the orchard,singing songs and dreaming of the city—that soon in that citya new life would arrivethat would change…

  • Stubborn Arms

    Stubborn Arms

    June 11, 1989 • for Davey Photo [detail] courtesy of Wikimedia Commons and the Yorck Project “What foolish, romantic notions”—they looked down and smiledand for years, I nodded my head,chuckled agreeably,while my heart folded stubborn armsand waited and then, you simply…

  • Vampires

    Vampires

    March 2, 1989 • for Thomas Photo courtesy of giupuo I bought the book you recommended(though I admit, right then, in that light,any suggestion from those perfect lipswould have made perfect sense to me)I tried to read it—I began—but scarcely…

  • I Feel Like Celebrating Your Birthday

    I Feel Like Celebrating Your Birthday

    February, 1989 • for Tim Photo courtesy of Noël Zia Lee I feel like celebrating your birthdaypopping corks and pouring champagnelighting candlestying a bow around the world you look on in humble protest—too much, you say(you smile a little)much too lavish…

  • The Rain of Heaven

    The Rain of Heaven

    November, 1988 Photo courtesy of docpop Under the stubborn, wet November leavesI followed the golden streetlights tonightmuch further than I intendedthe shadow of my umbrellapassed over pools of shimmering asphaltlike a ghost made of the spacebetween starsI walked slowly as a…

  • A Month Full of Nights

    A Month Full of Nights

    September 26, 1988 • for Rick Photo courtesy of kthypryn The moon rose next to Mars tonightand fullA month ago and further North it waswe saw its fulness last—gaping into its beams as if drunkon the wind and stars—Bathed in its…

  • Like This Leaf

    Like This Leaf

    September 16, 1988 Photo courtesy of ientu Like this first leaf of AutumnI fell for youI traded my lofty attachmentsfor sudden flight—gusts and whirlwindsforsaken placesforgotten cornersI let it go—that comfortable glade of green—and soon found I could knowother colors—love other places…

  • Flags of Many Countries

    Flags of Many Countries

    January, 1987 • for L. Photo courtesy of ruffin_ready into the concrete square we emergedfrom damp shadows of skyscrapersand the sky—scraped clean—beckoned blue we stood squinting into sunlightcheeks thawing whilewe drank in brisk airwe sent our spirits outto the skatersas they…

  • The Dancer in Black

    The Dancer in Black

    Fall, 1986 Photo courtesy of David Nava Under a windy Orionfour shadowy walkersglide smoothly overpavement and curb—streetlights and Ishow them where they must fall,where converge.Between solemn stridesI practice my spins—not gracefully, as you did.I confuse the air—you left it clean and…

  • Symmetry

    Symmetry

    October, 1986 • for Lonnie Photo courtesy of Ben Salter There’s a balance in all thissomehowme on the rightyou, the leftinhaling and exhalingwe looked through the same window: You watched the rush of oncomingtraffic, faces,the little stubborn islands of treeand twice-painted…

  • The Barrier

    The Barrier

    Fall, 1984 Photo courtesy of Johan Larsson a measured worda careful goodbye from youand suddenlywords are flowinglike the music you requestedbecause, you said,the title fit yourcircumstance I sat then, poisedbetween duty and passionlife and some sort ofsacred chronologythat you thought sacred,…

  • The Needle and the Nail

    The Needle and the Nail

    abt. 1982 • for Todd I remember you as a wound—a sharp stabof pain—a clean cut (the devil in me falls away)of joy—a hot touch (the angel in me jumps into sky)your bluest eyes trained on the soulyou knelt before…

  • Bending

    Bending

    Winter, 1980 Photo courtesy of Dominic Alves I dreamed once offire laughing in the skythe world on endwas bending meinviting meYou—and thatrightside-up world of yours—saw me yieldingand did not call me back stifling a cry in my heartI laughedand jumped into…