| Poem |
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Details
of First publication
(and other notes)
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| The
Haunted Computer and the Android Pope |
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| Go
Not with Ruins in Your Mind |
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| Poem
from a Train Window |
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| Nor
Is the Aim of Man to Stay Beneath a Stone |
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| Joy
Is the Grace We Say to God |
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| They
Have Not Seen the Stars |
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| This
Attic Where the Meadow Greens |
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| Abandon
in Place |
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| The
Great Man Speaks |
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| Shakespeare
the Father, Freud the Son |
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| A
Miracle of Popes, All with One Face! |
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| The
Bike Repairman |
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| The
East Is Up! |
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| If
Peaches Could Be Painters |
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| Once
the Years Were Numerous and the Funerals Few |
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| Satchmo
Saved! |
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| God
Blows the Whistle |
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| The
Infirmities of Genius |
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| Farewell
Summer |
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| The
Dogs of Mesopotamia -- Dyed by Spring |
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| Two
Impressionists |
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| And
Yet the Burning Bush Has Voice |
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| To
an Early Morning Darning-Needle Dragonfly |
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| Poem
Written on a Train Just Leaving a Small Southern Town |
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| Too
Much |
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| There
Are No Ghosts in Catholic Spain |
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| I
Am God's Greatest Basking Hound |
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| Doing
Is Being |
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| Ode
to an Utterance by Norman Corwin, Who Punned the First Line, and Must
Suffer the Rest |
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| Nectar
and Ambrosia |
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| We
Are the Reliquaries of Lost Time |
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| Anybody
Who Can Make Great Strawberry Shortcake Can't Be All Bad |
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| And
Have You Seen God's Birds Collide? |
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| You
Can't Go Home Again, Not Even if You Stay There! |
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| Schliemann
|
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| Of
What Is Past, or Passing, or to Come |
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| Within
a Summer Frame |
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| Ode
to Ty Cobb, Who Stole First Base from Second |
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| GBS
and the Loin of Pork |
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| Let
Us Live but Safely, No Bright Flag Be Ours |
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| Everyone's
Got To Be Somewhere |
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| The
Past Is the Only Dead Thing That Smells Sweet |
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| Ode
to Trivia |
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| Good
Shakespeare's Son, the Typing Ape |
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| Que
Bella! The Flagella of the Beasts |
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| Pope
Android Seventh |
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