Samuel Hazo
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The Pittsburgh That Stays Within You
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1986
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5 editions
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And the Time Is: Poems, 1958-2013
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published
2014
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3 editions
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A Flight to Elsewhere
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published
2005
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2 editions
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Like a Man Gone Mad: Poems in a New Century
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published
2010
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2 editions
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Just Once: New and Previous Poems (Autumn House Poetry Series, Volume 6)
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published
2002
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The Less Said, the Truer: New and Selected Poems, 2016-2022
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If Nobody Calls, I'm Not Home: The Open Letters of Bim Nakely
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Thank a Bored Angel
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1983
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2 editions
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The Song of the Horse: Selected Poems, 1958-2008
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published
2008
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To Paris: Poetry
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published
1981
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3 editions
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“To All My Mariners in One
Forget the many who talk much, say little, mean less and matter least
Forget we live in times when broadcasts of Tchaikovsky's 5th
precede announcements of the death of tyrants.
Forget that life for governments is priced war cheap but kidnap high
Our seamanship is not with such.
From port to port we learn that "depths last longer than heights",
that years are meant to disappear like wakes,
that nothing but the sun stands still.
We share the sweeter alphabets of laughter and the slower languages of pain.
Common as coal, we find in one another's eyes
the quiet diamonds that are worth the world.
Drawn by the song of our keel, who are we but horizons coming true?
Let others wear their memories like jewelry
We're of the few who work apart so well,
together when we must.
We speak cathedrals when we speak and
trust no promise but the pure supremacy of tears.
What more can we expect?
The sea's blue mischief may be waiting for its time and place,
but still we have the stars to guide us,
we have the winds for company.
We have ourselves.
We have the sailor's faith that not even dying can divide us.”
― The Holy Surprise of Right Now: Selected and New Poems
Forget the many who talk much, say little, mean less and matter least
Forget we live in times when broadcasts of Tchaikovsky's 5th
precede announcements of the death of tyrants.
Forget that life for governments is priced war cheap but kidnap high
Our seamanship is not with such.
From port to port we learn that "depths last longer than heights",
that years are meant to disappear like wakes,
that nothing but the sun stands still.
We share the sweeter alphabets of laughter and the slower languages of pain.
Common as coal, we find in one another's eyes
the quiet diamonds that are worth the world.
Drawn by the song of our keel, who are we but horizons coming true?
Let others wear their memories like jewelry
We're of the few who work apart so well,
together when we must.
We speak cathedrals when we speak and
trust no promise but the pure supremacy of tears.
What more can we expect?
The sea's blue mischief may be waiting for its time and place,
but still we have the stars to guide us,
we have the winds for company.
We have ourselves.
We have the sailor's faith that not even dying can divide us.”
― The Holy Surprise of Right Now: Selected and New Poems
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