James Dickey

Rookie (2 February 1923 – 19 January 1997 / Atlanta, Georgia)

James Dickey Poems

1. The Strength Of Fields 4/22/2010
2. The Bee 3/15/2014
3. In The Marble Quarry 4/22/2010
4. At Darien Bridge 4/22/2010
5. Bums On Waking 4/22/2010
6. Buckdancer’s Choice 4/22/2010
7. In The Tree House At Night 4/22/2010
8. Creation Made Like Hope 4/22/2010
9. The Dusk Of Horses 5/7/2012
10. The Lifeguard 4/22/2010
11. The Shark's Parlor 4/22/2010
12. Falling 4/22/2010
13. Adultery 4/22/2010
14. Cherrylog Road 4/22/2010
15. Pursuit From Under 4/22/2010
16. The Performance 4/22/2010
17. For The Last Wolverine 4/22/2010
18. Hunting Civil War Relics At Nimblewill Creek 5/7/2012
19. The Hospital Window 4/22/2010
20. The Sheep-Child 5/24/2008
21. The Heaven Of Animals 3/5/2006
Best Poem of James Dickey

The Heaven Of Animals

Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.

Having no souls, they have come,
Anyway, beyond their knowing.
Their instincts wholly bloom
And they rise.
The soft eyes open.

To match them, the landscape flowers,
Outdoing, desperately
Outdoing what is required:
The richest wood,
The deepest field.

For some of these,
It could not be the place
It is, without blood.
These hunt, as they have done,
But with claws and...

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We have all been in rooms
We cannot die in, and they are odd places, and sad.
Often Indians are standing eagle-armed on hills

In the sunrise open wide to the Great Spirit
Or gliding in canoes or cattle are browsing on the walls
Far away gazing down with the eyes of our children

Not far away or there are men driving

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