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Supplication: Selected Poems
200 pages, Paperback
Published October 12, 2015
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John Wieners
70 books16 followersJohn Joseph Wieners (January 6, 1934 – March 1, 2002) was an American poet.
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January 9, 2024
"O God of the dawn/ birds protect me/ from the dangers of this world/ as I sit in the dark with the crab/ as my ashtray. / Dreams reveal/ how much in danger we are,/ but across the room in the new blue light/ a little girl sits up, her eyes/ wide open staring at me, and/ I know it is your sign" (39)
From " 'Peyote' Poem" :
"With no fresh air in my lungs/ in the middle of/ the night, inhabited by strange gods/ who/ are they, they walk by in white trenchcoats/ with pkgs. of paradise in their pockets./ Their hands." (51)
From "In the Darkness" :
"It's a mistake to assume love/ where none exists/ we create within our hearts/ a worthy object/ others may share it/ and enter that sacred grove but/ it is a matter of our caring/ alone" (68)
From "Supplication":
"O poetry , visit this house often,/ imbue my life with success,/ leave me not alone" (105)
"It doesn't matter if one lives or dies/ without desire. I tried to go away/ on my own. Instead came back home" (110)
"It is so sad/ it is so lonely/ I felt younger after doing him,/ and when I looked in the mirror/ my hair was rumpled. / I smoothed it/ and rooted for someone else/ or wanted to satisfy myself,/ almost seven,/ No hope left" (121)
From "The Lantern Along the Wall":
"Poetry is the most magical of all the arts. Creating a life-style for its practitioners, that safeguards and supports them" (181)
"There is no age for a poet, that he exists outside of time, and is its watchdog. There is love for the strange, the morbid and possessed" (181-182)
From " 'Peyote' Poem" :
"With no fresh air in my lungs/ in the middle of/ the night, inhabited by strange gods/ who/ are they, they walk by in white trenchcoats/ with pkgs. of paradise in their pockets./ Their hands." (51)
From "In the Darkness" :
"It's a mistake to assume love/ where none exists/ we create within our hearts/ a worthy object/ others may share it/ and enter that sacred grove but/ it is a matter of our caring/ alone" (68)
From "Supplication":
"O poetry , visit this house often,/ imbue my life with success,/ leave me not alone" (105)
"It doesn't matter if one lives or dies/ without desire. I tried to go away/ on my own. Instead came back home" (110)
"It is so sad/ it is so lonely/ I felt younger after doing him,/ and when I looked in the mirror/ my hair was rumpled. / I smoothed it/ and rooted for someone else/ or wanted to satisfy myself,/ almost seven,/ No hope left" (121)
From "The Lantern Along the Wall":
"Poetry is the most magical of all the arts. Creating a life-style for its practitioners, that safeguards and supports them" (181)
"There is no age for a poet, that he exists outside of time, and is its watchdog. There is love for the strange, the morbid and possessed" (181-182)
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