All Poems
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The Pearl Fisherman
© Luis Benitez
This evening and part of the night
I sank again into the dense sea
where we beings and things float.
I descended for pearls to show to men
Lao-tse Prepares A Verdict
© Luis Benitez
Nothing of what I say
may deviate the fall of a leaf.
A word will not
detain the other one.
I See A Woman Making Up
© Luis Benitez
I see a woman any woman making up and change
first she is thinking of something else (because when
a woman
begins to make up she hasn't yet separated this act
Let Ezra Pound Speak
© Luis Benitez
If you have nothing to say keep silent
let Ezra Pound speak
from the shadows the splendid old man
from the fine water line
The Dark and the Fair
© Stanley Kunitz
A roaring company that festive night;
The beast of dialectic dragged his chains,
Prowling from chair to chair is the smoking light,
While the snow hissed against the windowpanes.
The Round
© Stanley Kunitz
I can scarcely wait till tomorrow
when a new life begins for me,
as it does each day,
as it does each day.
Hornworm: Autumn Lamentation
© Stanley Kunitz
Since that first morning when I crawled
into the world, a naked grubby thing,
and found the world unkind,
my dearest faith has been that this
Master And Mistress
© Stanley Kunitz
As if I were composed of dust and air,
The shape confronting me upon the stair
(Athlete of shadow, lighted by a stain
On its disjunctive breast--I saw it plain--)
The Science Of The Night
© Stanley Kunitz
I touch you in the night, whose gift was you,
My careless sprawler,
And I touch you cold, unstirring, star-bemused,
That have become the land of your self-strangeness.
The Long Boat
© Stanley Kunitz
When his boat snapped loose
from its mooring, under
the screaking of the gulls,
he tried at first to wave
The Portrait
© Stanley Kunitz
My mother never forgave my father
for killing himself,
especially at such an awkward time
and in a public park,
Father and Son
© Stanley Kunitz
Now in the suburbs and the falling light
I followed him, and now down sandy road
Whitter than bone-dust, through the sweet
Curdle of fields, where the plums
Tractor
© Ted Hughes
Worse iron is waiting. Power-lift kneels
Levers awake imprisoned deadweight,
Shackle-pins bedded in cast-iron cow-shit.
The blind and vibrating condemned obedience
Of iron to the cruelty of iron,
Wheels screeched out of their night-locks -
Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days
© Ted Hughes
He gives her her skin
He just seemed to pull it down out of the air and lay it over her
She weeps with fearfulness and astonishment
Crow's Fall
© Ted Hughes
When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white.
He decided it glared much too whitely.
He decided to attack it and defeat it.
The Owl
© Ted Hughes
I saw my world again through your eyes
As I would see it again through your children's eyes.
Through your eyes it was foreign.
Plain hedge hawthorns were peculiar aliens,
The Minotaur
© Ted Hughes
The mahogany table-top you smashed
Had been the broad plank top
Of my mother's heirloom sideboard-
Mapped with the scars of my whole life.
Theology
© Ted Hughes
"No, the serpent did not
Seduce Eve to the apple.
All that's simply
Corruption of the facts.
Thrushes
© Ted Hughes
Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn,
More coiled steel than living - a poised
Dark deadly eye, those delicate legs
Triggered to stirrings beyond sense - with a start, a bounce,
