Potential Titles: Marie Ponsot
Apr. 1st, 2011 01:43 amNo grief goes unrelieved - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
The grey & snarling scene of my dissociating pack - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
As we bounce and flex in time - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Our years of moons change us into beings viable - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
The element we cry out to breathe - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
I listen often to the voices of the dead - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
After over a hundred lifetimes of summers of honey - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Who set out orchard rows of nectarplants to bloom - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Then break the combs out of their dark - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Decant the honey heavy & flowery - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Hunger for honey scalds if satisfied - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Because I've been eating honey right from the spoon - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Long after one love has gone to seed - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Changes the throat of a speaker till it aches - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Of the outland honeyed universe - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
But praise the ripening cure of language - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Which plays among questions and answers - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Something smaller and more human than belief - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Some reason to read these thick omens as good - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Between me and the world of presences I have lost - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
Coherent for luck to come across - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
A mental orrery implicit with stars in active orbit - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
Only their slowness or swiftness lost to sense - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
Becomes the infinite air of imagination - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
That stirs immense among losses - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
And leaves me less desolate - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
To speak against the daily sinking flame - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
The shrinking waters of the mortal sea - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
On the road home the tide is rising - Marie Ponsot "Rain All Night, Paris"
Drowning must wait till I get there - Marie Ponsot "Rain All Night, Paris"
But it's not safe to stand still - Marie Ponsot "Rain All Night, Paris"
In a skiff on a sunrisen lake we are watchers - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
Swimming aimlessly is luxury - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
Walking loudly up a shallow stream - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
As we lean over the deep well, we whisper - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
Meet on beaches drawn to the one wet sea - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
A self without walls, with surface tension - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
Specific gravity a local exchange between bedrock and cloud - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
Rising to fall, falling to rise - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
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The grey & snarling scene of my dissociating pack - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
As we bounce and flex in time - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Our years of moons change us into beings viable - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
The element we cry out to breathe - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
I listen often to the voices of the dead - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
After over a hundred lifetimes of summers of honey - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Who set out orchard rows of nectarplants to bloom - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Then break the combs out of their dark - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Decant the honey heavy & flowery - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Hunger for honey scalds if satisfied - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Because I've been eating honey right from the spoon - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Long after one love has gone to seed - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Changes the throat of a speaker till it aches - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Of the outland honeyed universe - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
But praise the ripening cure of language - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Which plays among questions and answers - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Something smaller and more human than belief - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Some reason to read these thick omens as good - Marie Ponsot "The Great Dead, Why Not, May Know"
Between me and the world of presences I have lost - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
Coherent for luck to come across - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
A mental orrery implicit with stars in active orbit - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
Only their slowness or swiftness lost to sense - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
Becomes the infinite air of imagination - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
That stirs immense among losses - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
And leaves me less desolate - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
To speak against the daily sinking flame - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
The shrinking waters of the mortal sea - Marie Ponsot "Imagining Starry"
On the road home the tide is rising - Marie Ponsot "Rain All Night, Paris"
Drowning must wait till I get there - Marie Ponsot "Rain All Night, Paris"
But it's not safe to stand still - Marie Ponsot "Rain All Night, Paris"
In a skiff on a sunrisen lake we are watchers - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
Swimming aimlessly is luxury - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
Walking loudly up a shallow stream - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
As we lean over the deep well, we whisper - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
Meet on beaches drawn to the one wet sea - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
A self without walls, with surface tension - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
Specific gravity a local exchange between bedrock and cloud - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
Rising to fall, falling to rise - Marie Ponsot "Springing"
Poet's page at poets.org.
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