James Dickey Poems
|1.||In The Marble Quarry||4/22/2010|
|3.||At Darien Bridge||4/22/2010|
|4.||The Strength Of Fields||4/22/2010|
|5.||Bums On Waking||4/22/2010|
|6.||Creation Made Like Hope||4/22/2010|
|8.||In The Tree House At Night||4/22/2010|
|9.||The Shark's Parlor||4/22/2010|
|14.||Pursuit From Under||4/22/2010|
|16.||For The Last Wolverine||4/22/2010|
|17.||The Dusk Of Horses||5/7/2012|
|18.||Hunting Civil War Relics At Nimblewill Creek||5/7/2012|
|20.||The Hospital Window||4/22/2010|
|21.||The Heaven Of Animals||3/5/2006|
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 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...
At Darien Bridge
The sea here used to look
As if many convicts had built it,
Standing deep in their ankle chains,
Ankle-deep in the water, to smite
The land and break it down to salt.