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Reibetanz John

Born in 1944 / Canada / English

Reibetanz John poet from Canada was born in 1944 has 76 years. Poems were written in Modern age mainly in English language. Dominant movement is other.

Top ten poems Reibetanz John

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Ampersand

... hardly: you wanted,needed -- as hardly as Hetty Sorrel,abandoned at the dock -- someone to stand by ...

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A Chest of Angels

... kering waterat the centre of that man-made desert,knowing that they were man-made, and might shatter ...

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The Contractor

... y ultimate goal, in ten-point boldface print'sA God more opulent than the chintz-Y one who framed me ...

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Cool Pastoral on Bloor Street

... lacking the tragic poise that freezes these actors in their scene,we move on towards a shadier place ...

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Daily Bread

... , but feedsa hunger no daily bread can fill: for light --light that, like coal, comes from our earth ...

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Epitaph For M.

... What ate me upWere the vermin ...

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Eyethurl

... commerce with the deadly wind:an eyehole drilled through stone to jointhe mind's eye with the sky's ...

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The Finger Puppets in the Attic Dollhouse

... If they, more petite than the mice whose flittings have pillaged their robes' sparkled trim,stood tiptoe on the plumped felt tops of their thimble-sized footstoolsto scrutinize the worn fabric of this room's blue distances,would they locate the source of lightning bolts in our faces' wrinkled pleatsand construe the stars' dance from the tattered embroidery of our steps,or find in our seamless unravelling years the tissue of apocalypse? ...

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Iris Holden, District Nurse

... bloom,Gold in the morning sun, the mother smiling Over her pain and knowing more to come,But smiling ...

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Midland Swimmer

... smallbeached foot, and hearsoft waves of breath, the meshof senses isn't fine enoughto land you now ...

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