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Donald Justice
(1925 - / Miami / United States)
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20 poems of Donald Justice
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''The artist will have had his revenge for being made to wait,
A revenge not only necessary but right and clever—
Simply to leave him out of the scene forever.''
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Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. Anonymous Drawing (l. 20-22). . .
New Poets of England and America; Second Selection. Donald Hall and Robert ...
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''This one was put in a jacket,
This one was sent home,
This one was given bread and meat
But would eat none,
And this one cried No No No No
All day long.''
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Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. Counting the Mad (l. 1-6). . .
Norton Introduction to Poetry, The. J. Paul Hunter, ed. (3d ed., 1986) W. W. N...
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''Jane looks down at her organdy skirt
As if it somehow were the thing disgraced,
For being there, on the floor, in the dirt,''
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Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. In Bertram's Garden (l. 1-3). . .
Voice That Is Great wtihin Us, The; American Poetry of the Twentieth Centur...
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''Soon the purple dark must bruise
Lily and bleeding-heart and rose,
And the little Cupid lose
Eyes and ears and chin and nose,''
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Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. In Bertram's Garden (l. 13-16). . .
Voice That Is Great wtihin Us, The; American Poetry of the Twentieth Cent...
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the face of that father,
Still warm with the mystery of lather.
They are more fathers than sons themselves now.
Something is filling them, something
That is like the twilight...
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Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. Men at Forty (l. 13-18). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds....
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''Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.''
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Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. Men at Forty (l. 1-4). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (...
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''We have climbed the mountain,
There's nothing more to do.
It is terrible to come down
To the valley
Where, amidst many flowers,
One thinks of snow,''
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Donald Justice (b. 1925), U.S. poet. Sestina: Here in Katmandu (l. 1-6). . .
Contemporary American Poets, The; American Poetry since 1940. Mary St...
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