Poems by Marvin Bell
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To Dorothy
... I'd have to ask the grass to let me sleep ...
He Said To
... our asses, which we swore to keep ...
I, or Someone Like Me
... But the music continued and the valley of forest floor ...
Life
... Up in the air it will leave behind some of its ugly nuance, ...
The Self and the Mulberry
... Like the cherry tree, I tried to be sturdy and productive ...
These Green-Going-to-Yellow
... We have no experience to make us see the gingko ...
Wednesday
... my thoughts. In its light, the morning increasingly flamed through the window ...
Your Shakespeare
... then anything will happen but nothing follows, ...
The Israeli Navy
... turned back, rather than sail on the Sabbath ...
Things We Dreamt We Died For
... to cultivate grand plunder-gardens ...
The Book of the Dead Man (#3)
... He believes the jellyfish has it easy, floating, letting everything pass ...
The Book of the Dead Man (#15)
... geographies in microcosm, all the canyons are visible, now ...
You Would Know
... t. Sodden, quivering, crossed and recrossed, ...
A Man May Change
... s living. In the meantime, in the regular weather of ordinary days, ...
Song of Social Despair
... he can’t afford the adolescent luxury, ...
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