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By: Material type: TextTextSeries: Mountain West Poetry SeriesPublisher: Chicago : University Press of Colorado, 2016Copyright date: ©2016Edition: 1st edDescription: 1 online resource (75 pages)Content type:
  • text
Media type:
  • computer
Carrier type:
  • online resource
ISBN:
  • 9781885635525
Subject(s): Genre/Form: Additional physical formats: Print version:: &luckierDDC classification:
  • 811/.6
LOC classification:
  • PS3610
Online resources:
Contents:
Cover -- Contents -- Lifestones -- We have forgot our gods -- Bach could hear the crickets -- Do we pulse so strange -- It occurred to me -- I am unlike nothing -- Somewhere beneath this dirt -- And we ought to consider -- The earth, the mountains move -- What else? -- What words there are -- But all in all -- What if what is to be has passed -- I am not a plotter of would'ves -- Where are the dead -- The moth floundered -- The ruined wall -- Local Transits -- Self Portrait -- I am not sure if I am no one -- Having thumbs -- Because everything -- I have sat upon café walls -- And what more can I give -- What a lush world -- Having shut the door on my extended facts -- I've hollowed out these lines -- And with these tools -- It is so. The devil . . . -- I have kept, today, to myself -- I know my death -- Let's not bake bricks -- I would rather somewhere I never -- I am dark for - -- Even though I have done my best -- Atolls -- This morning in my posture's stick -- Ode to Ghosts (7th cranial muscle) -- Icebergs -- I don't understand how the father -- You might think it were made by the blackbirds -- Fragment (1 - 3) -- Fragment (4) -- On a photograph of yr face -- I scoff and offend -- The quick orchids my hopes is -- Local Transits II -- Not the falling stars of headlights -- Easy to forget -- All these ordeals of hips -- Once my lover'd angel-tipped -- And what of it -- Not marble nor stained glass -- They are just phantoms -- The night may change us.
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Cover -- Contents -- Lifestones -- We have forgot our gods -- Bach could hear the crickets -- Do we pulse so strange -- It occurred to me -- I am unlike nothing -- Somewhere beneath this dirt -- And we ought to consider -- The earth, the mountains move -- What else? -- What words there are -- But all in all -- What if what is to be has passed -- I am not a plotter of would'ves -- Where are the dead -- The moth floundered -- The ruined wall -- Local Transits -- Self Portrait -- I am not sure if I am no one -- Having thumbs -- Because everything -- I have sat upon café walls -- And what more can I give -- What a lush world -- Having shut the door on my extended facts -- I've hollowed out these lines -- And with these tools -- It is so. The devil . . . -- I have kept, today, to myself -- I know my death -- Let's not bake bricks -- I would rather somewhere I never -- I am dark for - -- Even though I have done my best -- Atolls -- This morning in my posture's stick -- Ode to Ghosts (7th cranial muscle) -- Icebergs -- I don't understand how the father -- You might think it were made by the blackbirds -- Fragment (1 - 3) -- Fragment (4) -- On a photograph of yr face -- I scoff and offend -- The quick orchids my hopes is -- Local Transits II -- Not the falling stars of headlights -- Easy to forget -- All these ordeals of hips -- Once my lover'd angel-tipped -- And what of it -- Not marble nor stained glass -- They are just phantoms -- The night may change us.

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