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Born in February 27, 1925 / Died in July 6, 2002 / United States / English

Poems by Kenneth Koch

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One Train May Hide Another

... (sign at a railroad crossing in Kenya)In a poem, one line may hide another line, ...

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Variations On A Theme By William Carlos Williams

... 1 I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer ...

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The Boiling Water

... when it boils And though one usually regards it ...

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To Various Persons Talked To All At Once

... It's snowing. The Revlon Man has come from across the sea ...

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Mountain

... Attached to the tail of another mouse, and to another and to another ...

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To You

... I think I am bicycling across an Africa of green and white fields ...

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The History of Jazz

... Playing, and they saw that light changing to green and red, and they saw that donkey stand up ...

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Fresh Air

... nky pentameters (the only honest English meter, gloop gloop!) until tomorrow, horrors! oh, farewell! ...

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Bel Canto

... That I can live with, and the strength you've shared with me ...

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On the Great Atlantic Rainway

... ‘My eyes are the white sky, the gravel on the groundway my sad lament ...

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The Circus

... To remember that I did it, and remember you and me then, and write this poem about it ...

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A Momentary Longing To Hear Sad Advice from One Long Dead

... Why don't you ask Walt Kelly if he read Finnegans Wake or not ...

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The Brassiere Factory

... For thanks to the metronome we got out alive, in the air ...

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To My Father's Business

... So I took them to people in the city who have a dog"&mdash ...

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The Magic of Numbers

... Everything I read turned into a story about you and me, and everything I did was turned into a poem ...