Time and the tilting earth : poems /
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| Format: | Book |
| Language: | English |
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Baton Rouge :
Louisiana State University Press,
[2008]
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| Online Access: | Table of contents only |
Table of Contents:
- An unrhymed sonnet
- After all these years of prayer and pi r square
- Epithalamium
- How step by step we have come to understand
- A note from when I was here to anyone here
- Some lines to a dog who doesn't see the difference
- Irony in the real world
- Thoughts on an anniversary : once more, with feeling
- The old professor deals with death and dying
- Something that meant to be a sonnet for an anniversary evening
- A note to the alien on Earth
- The more things change
- Sitting in a bar after a poetry reading
- Helping a lady of eleven get her lessons
- Means to and end
- Could be
- At her 1:30 appt. Mrs. Simmons tries to explain what happened
- At seventy-five suddenly
- Yesterday, today
- The alphabet as part of what we are
- Digital sex
- Poem without a title or closing line
- Notes toward a commencement address
- Thinking of leaving the church the young preacher thinks again
- Separatio in loco.
- The fourteen-line confession of a retro-poet
- Her mind made up again to kill herself she explains it to herself
- Thinking about relativity, cosmology, and final causes
- For George Haley, about to go to the Gambia
- Some words on the wedding of a good woman
- Time and the tilting Earth
- "Scientists at NASA ..."
- Again on the date of her death he remembers the marriage
- The greatest among you shall be the least
- For a shy young woman, a look at how she came, who tells me luck doesn't know her name
- Talking about the retirement of someone not soon forgotten
- The young preacher talks to himself at the corner cafe
- To think of them there
- Quatrain to an old friend
- A ten-year-old in joint custody writes her first poem when her father gets married again
- He listens to himself talking to himself
- About the physicality of being
- He gets around to answering the old question
- A poem wants me
- Ours
- Poem to be read at my deathbed.