A. R. Ammons’s Last Poem (Twenty-five Years Ago)

Through a Country   You, on the one hand, see a land Green and rolling With chalky marble And stretches of yellowed sandstone Patched here and there into the hills, Coming up for air after eons of sleep. While I on the other hand say Here collisions occurred A hundred million moons ago With valleys…

Dedicated to my nice Romanian friend Vasile You are my inspiration, every day. You are the smile on my face. You are sparkle in my eyes. You are the only song I want to sing. You are my light in the darkness, My strength when I’m too weak, My voice when I speak. My smile,…

There’s a sad pattern of loss and poverty as inevitable as dry skin along the hairline Are they too close to see it, too close to embrace a change… or do they see it, too tired or discouraged to even reach for it? The post Pattern | Cattail Jester appeared first on Best Poetry. Go…

So I sit here amongst Rabbits and squirrels, While birds charmingly Chirp, as my pain dulls. For the wildlife are mainly Content in just being free, But I’ve Acquiesced to a System that’s broken me. Nature has a natural way Of soothing the savage Beast, and also the ability Of granting my release. It took…

I just dreamed she was a bleached blonde but I know better, Running up to me in a long familiar unfamiliar hallways, wrinkles and cracks. She wants information, my dreaming self knows I won’t share; I have never shared very well. In front of my eyes flash a series of red images. Any one of…