Dave Smith
Born
Portsmouth, Virginia, The United States
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40 days with Jesus
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published
2014
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3 editions
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The Morrow Anthology of Younger American Poets
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published
1985
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2 editions
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The Roundhouse Voices: New and Selected Poems
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published
1985
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2 editions
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The Wick of Memory: New and Selected Poems, 1970-2000
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published
2000
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2 editions
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Little Boats, Unsalvaged: Poems, 1992–2004
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published
2005
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4 editions
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Cumberland Station
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published
1970
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5 editions
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Goshawk, Antelope
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published
1970
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3 editions
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Hawks on Wires: Poems, 2005-2010
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published
2011
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9 editions
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Fate's Kite: Poems, 1991-1995
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published
1995
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3 editions
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Cuba night: Poems
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published
1990
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3 editions
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“I throw out love
like an anchor and wait where the long house lights
of strangers tickle the river’s back …
Isn’t it right to drag the rivers for the bodies
not even the nets could catch? I won’t lie, I want
you to lie with me on the tumbling surface of love.
from “Sailing the Back River”
― Floating on Solitude: Three Books of Poems
like an anchor and wait where the long house lights
of strangers tickle the river’s back …
Isn’t it right to drag the rivers for the bodies
not even the nets could catch? I won’t lie, I want
you to lie with me on the tumbling surface of love.
from “Sailing the Back River”
― Floating on Solitude: Three Books of Poems
“Every gray day swells in around you, gold bird.
Sinister as the copperhead in thick russet
pinestraw, that held-back surge of piled up desire.
I think my hands were born to touch and weave with
air your intricate dips, veers, blinks always take.”
― Fate's Kite: Poems, 1991-1995
Sinister as the copperhead in thick russet
pinestraw, that held-back surge of piled up desire.
I think my hands were born to touch and weave with
air your intricate dips, veers, blinks always take.”
― Fate's Kite: Poems, 1991-1995
“and I had no home but the heart’s hut,
the blistering walls of loneliness,
the world’s blue skymiles of longing.”
― The Roundhouse Voices: New and Selected Poems
the blistering walls of loneliness,
the world’s blue skymiles of longing.”
― The Roundhouse Voices: New and Selected Poems
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