Potential Titles: May Swenson
Jul. 1st, 2011 03:14 amBludgeons of light to force your seams - May Swenson "After the Flight of Ranger 17"
Glistening in the continuous rain of meteorites - May Swenson "After the Flight of Ranger 17"
Blown to you from between the stars - May Swenson "After the Flight of Ranger 17"
In the cracks of your cold volcanoes - May Swenson "After the Flight of Ranger 17"
My underworld of ultraviolet wisdom - May Swenson "At Truro"
A bright geyser of metal-petaled sound - May Swenson "A Bird's Life"
Sarcastic barks from the starlings - May Swenson "A Bird's Life"
The seven fragrances of the rainbow - May Swenson "The Blindman"
Placed a tulip on his tongue - May Swenson "The Blindman"
Fallen beads of sight - May Swenson "The Blindman"
Yellow melting like a firework petal - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"
Orange slots of hot thought - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"
Slim to a snow of needles - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"
A few iridium specks of idea - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"
Always walking through halls of cloud - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"
Through high hedges of the green rain - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"
A stage lighted and waiting for your step - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"
The earth carpeted with sunlight - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"
Silver wind for your dancing place - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"
A mask of shadow that stood between - May Swenson "First Walk on the Moon"
Lest ambition make us fall - May Swenson "First Walk on the Moon"
Surveyed our vacant outpost - May Swenson "First Walk on the Moon"
Possessed of tearing breath - May Swenson "Hearing the Wind at Night"
Straightened and resumed its vegetable oath - May Swenson "Hearing the Wind at Night"
The forest threw itself into tantrum - May Swenson "Hearing the Wind at Night"
Grass growing upside down in the dark - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"
Roots in the clouds - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"
The raccoon's prowl was almost silent - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"
Notes and dyes of jay and towhee - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"
Released tangy dews and ozones - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"
By those hours marked older - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
The cinema of dreams streams through - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
Streams through our sandgrain skulls - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
Unclasp a restless froth of light - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
An aging pin that juggler sun once threw - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
Other blazing objects out around its crown - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
In a carousel of staring light - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
The ready fruit in clusters - May Swenson "Strawberrying"
Dressed in Eden's green apron - May Swenson"That the Soul May Wax Plump"
To teach the body to be hollow - May Swenson"That the Soul May Wax Plump"
Cryptic concert in their wake - May Swenson "Three Jet Planes"
The invisible boiling wind of sound - May Swenson "Three Jet Planes"
Connected to her exquisite heart - May Swenson "The Watch"
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Glistening in the continuous rain of meteorites - May Swenson "After the Flight of Ranger 17"
Blown to you from between the stars - May Swenson "After the Flight of Ranger 17"
In the cracks of your cold volcanoes - May Swenson "After the Flight of Ranger 17"
My underworld of ultraviolet wisdom - May Swenson "At Truro"
A bright geyser of metal-petaled sound - May Swenson "A Bird's Life"
Sarcastic barks from the starlings - May Swenson "A Bird's Life"
The seven fragrances of the rainbow - May Swenson "The Blindman"
Placed a tulip on his tongue - May Swenson "The Blindman"
Fallen beads of sight - May Swenson "The Blindman"
Yellow melting like a firework petal - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"
Orange slots of hot thought - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"
Slim to a snow of needles - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"
A few iridium specks of idea - May Swenson "Colors Without Objects"
Always walking through halls of cloud - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"
Through high hedges of the green rain - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"
A stage lighted and waiting for your step - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"
The earth carpeted with sunlight - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"
Silver wind for your dancing place - May Swenson "Earth Your Dancing Place"
A mask of shadow that stood between - May Swenson "First Walk on the Moon"
Lest ambition make us fall - May Swenson "First Walk on the Moon"
Surveyed our vacant outpost - May Swenson "First Walk on the Moon"
Possessed of tearing breath - May Swenson "Hearing the Wind at Night"
Straightened and resumed its vegetable oath - May Swenson "Hearing the Wind at Night"
The forest threw itself into tantrum - May Swenson "Hearing the Wind at Night"
Grass growing upside down in the dark - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"
Roots in the clouds - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"
The raccoon's prowl was almost silent - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"
Notes and dyes of jay and towhee - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"
Released tangy dews and ozones - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"
By those hours marked older - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
The cinema of dreams streams through - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
Streams through our sandgrain skulls - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
Unclasp a restless froth of light - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
An aging pin that juggler sun once threw - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
Other blazing objects out around its crown - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
In a carousel of staring light - May Swenson "Sleeping Overnight on the Shore"
The ready fruit in clusters - May Swenson "Strawberrying"
Dressed in Eden's green apron - May Swenson"That the Soul May Wax Plump"
To teach the body to be hollow - May Swenson"That the Soul May Wax Plump"
Cryptic concert in their wake - May Swenson "Three Jet Planes"
The invisible boiling wind of sound - May Swenson "Three Jet Planes"
Connected to her exquisite heart - May Swenson "The Watch"
Navigation Links:
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The poet's page at poets.org.