Potential Titles: Ted Kooser

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The warm, wet breath of apples - Ted Kooser "Applesauce"

Tethered only gently to this world - Ted Kooser "Bank Fishing for Bluegills"

In a nest of straw and baling twine - Ted Kooser "Barn Owl"

Wide eyes of welcome open to you - Ted Kooser "Barn Owl"

A jewel dead center in the heart - Ted Kooser "Barn Owl"

Each with a star at its heart - Ted Kooser "The Bluet"

Would give you whole fields of wild perfume - Ted Kooser "The Bluet"

Little patience with darkness - Ted Kooser "A Box of Pastels"

Only a measure of shadow - Ted Kooser "A Box of Pastels"

The warm dust of those colors - Ted Kooser "A Box of Pastels"

And reeled the years back empty - Ted Kooser "Casting Reels"

Run its roots out into the salty darkness - Ted Kooser "The Celery Heart"

A ruin of fallen columns bedded on ice - Ted Kooser "The Celery Heart"

And mummified for eons in a jar of brine - Ted Kooser "The Celery Heart"

Into the clouds of loose, lush roses - Ted Kooser "The China Painters"

As if their souls were bees - Ted Kooser "The China Painters"

Had been nothing but flowers - Ted Kooser "The China Painters"

Standing behind mirrored windows, disapproving - Ted Kooser "Chocolate Checkers"

Hauling the heavy bucket of dawn - Ted Kooser "The Early Bird"

The complicated, fading map of cures - Ted Kooser "Father"

And hold back the arms of the clock - Ted Kooser "For You, Friend,"

Strolling along on the outside of time - Ted Kooser "For You, Friend,"

Respectfully opening oak by oak - Ted Kooser "A Fox"

Deep as abandoned wells - Ted Kooser "Garage Sale"

Sunlight climbing a thread of spider's silk - Ted Kooser "A Glint"

Spider's silk in a gentle breeze - Ted Kooser "A Glint"

As if the sun were tuning the day - Ted Kooser "A Glint"

Precisely the color of dust - Ted Kooser "Grasshoppers"

Tinkering with irony - Ted Kooser "Grasshoppers"

Within the first order of wonders - Ted Kooser "Gyroscope"

Tipping forward into spring - Ted Kooser "Gyroscope"

Full of regret and sad stories - Ted Kooser "A Heart of Gold"

The highway of answers - Ted Kooser "Home Medical Dictionary"

A pain-rutted road - Ted Kooser "Home Medical Dictionary"

The slow river of fear - Ted Kooser "Home Medical Dictionary"

Showing their ribs to the wind - Ted Kooser "Home Storage Barns"

Scholarly spiders relax in their carrels - Ted Kooser "Home Storage Barns"

Having related one thing to another - Ted Kooser "Home Storage Barns"

Having tied all the loose ends - Ted Kooser "Home Storage Barns"

A hot shudder of satin - Ted Kooser "Horse"

A hard, dirty army of hooves - Ted Kooser "Horse"

Gone dry from stories - Ted Kooser "Ice Cave"

The oak trees are scattering valentines over the snow - Ted Kooser " In a Light Late-Winter Wind"

Returning again and again to the steady heart - Ted Kooser " In a Light Late-Winter Wind"

Floats from some warmer place - Ted Kooser "In Early April"

Slows and snows itself away - Ted Kooser "In Early April"

A blizzard of petals that will take your breath - Ted Kooser "In Early April"

Petals in drifts on the sidewalk - Ted Kooser "In Early April"

Skipped off into summer and the life beyond - Ted Kooser "In Early April"

In the frozen hive of night - Ted Kooser "In January"

An aficionado of the wilted, the shopworn, and the free - Ted Kooser "In the Alley"

Under the weight of its perseverance - Ted Kooser "In the Hall of Bones"

A leaky jug of lust and worry - Ted Kooser "In the Hall of Bones"

By brooding on its shadow - Ted Kooser "In the Hall of Bones"

A century or more of utter blackness - Ted Kooser "Ink Black"

A thin gray absence waiting there - Ted Kooser "Ink Black"

Run backward into the past - Ted Kooser "A Jacquard Shawl"

Small but important repairs - Ted Kooser "A Jar of Buttons"

Sometimes salted by tears - Ted Kooser "A Jar of Buttons"

The poor bread of your sorrow - Ted Kooser "Lobocraspis griseifusa"

Locked in a knot of his fingers - Ted Kooser "A Man with a Rake"

A fragile old heart, the brown map of a life - Ted Kooser "A Map of the World"

A starburst compass pointing in all the directions - Ted Kooser "A Map of the World"

Far from the edge where the sea pours into the stars - Ted Kooser "A Map of the World"

In the copperplate script of its shadows - Ted Kooser "Moon Shadows"

Sweet with their timeless perfume - Ted Kooser "Mother"

Her eyes like stars fixed on the future - Ted Kooser "A New Potato"

Nowhere the dead want to go - Ted Kooser "Old Cemetery"

Hungry for summer - Ted Kooser "Old Lilacs"

Into a cold river of shadows - Ted Kooser "The Old People"

Their ears are full of night - Ted Kooser "The Old People"

In the faltering firelight of time - Ted Kooser "Pegboard"

Rely on chewing your lip and symmetry - Ted Kooser "A Perfect Heart"

To guide your hand along with special art - Ted Kooser "A Perfect Heart"

The little gifts of loneliness come wrapped by nervous fingers - Ted Kooser "Pocket Poem"

Turns the pages of rain - Ted Kooser "A Rainy Morning"

With small hope from the center of darkness - Ted Kooser "Screech Owl"

No bigger than a heart - Ted Kooser "Screech Owl"

Taken away by the stars - Ted Kooser "Screech Owl"

Brushes brown varnish over the past - Ted Kooser "A Sepia Photograph"

Skating backward right out of that moment - Ted Kooser "Skater"

Sacraments of Clorox in the church of starch - Ted Kooser "Song of the Ironing Board"

A cellar window looking out on February - Ted Kooser "Song of the Ironing Board"

Where a cold wind pinches clothespins down an empty line - Ted Kooser "Song of the Ironing Board"

And breathe the drifting smoke of memory - Ted Kooser "Song of the Ironing Board"

Pulled over my scorched yet ever shining heart - Ted Kooser "Song of the Ironing Board"

Each demanding an equal share - Ted Kooser "A Spiral Notebook"

Onto the sand of the future - Ted Kooser "Student"

And the past has become a new world - Ted Kooser "Tectonics"

Scarcely rippling the heart - Ted Kooser "Tectonics"

The dam that holds back the universe - Ted Kooser "Telescope"

The depth of the stars - Ted Kooser "Telescope"

Beneath the straining wall of darkness - Ted Kooser "Telescope"

Carefully placed upon the future - Ted Kooser "This Paper Boat"

Tips from the breeze and skims away - Ted Kooser "This Paper Boat"

Like the very meaning of surrender - Ted Kooser "3. Prisoners from the Front"

The pale blue fabric of the air - Ted Kooser "Turkey Vultures"

The seed of a lake - Ted Kooser "A Washing of Hands"

Light spilled over her fingers - Ted Kooser "Zenith"


See also: Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser.


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