Jan Sand

Rookie - 14 Points (February 2 1926 / USA)

Jan Sand Poems

1. Age 5/18/2013
2. The Black Dog 5/18/2013
3. Retreat 5/18/2013
4. Forbearance 5/18/2013
5. Institutional Constitutional 5/18/2013
6. In The Suburbs 5/18/2013
7. My Genes And Me 5/18/2013
8. Hot July 5/18/2013
9. Spark 5/18/2013
10. Quandary 5/18/2013
11. Hairy Jack 5/18/2013
12. Refuge 5/18/2013
13. Improvements 5/18/2013
14. Little Paul 5/18/2013
15. Subway 5/18/2013
16. Typing 5/18/2013
17. Meeting 5/18/2013
18. Fire 5/18/2013
19. Demon Inside 5/18/2013
20. Composing 5/18/2013
21. Afloat 5/18/2013
22. The House Of Altogether Nothing 5/18/2013
23. God Monologue 5/18/2013
24. Rains 5/18/2013
25. Apprehension 5/18/2013
26. Ghost Story 5/18/2013
27. Destination 4/7/2010
28. Frank In Contemplation 5/18/2013
29. Going Postal 5/18/2013
30. Pastoral 5/18/2013
31. Puka-Puk 5/18/2013
32. Not Quite So Bright 5/18/2013
33. The Visitor 5/19/2013
34. Sister 5/19/2013
35. Toy Victory 5/19/2013
36. To Mate 5/19/2013
37. The Presence Of His Absence 5/19/2013
38. Mies 5/19/2013
39. Disengaged 5/19/2013
40. The Sea Of Night 5/19/2013
Best Poem of Jan Sand

The Poet As Dr, Frankenstein

My floor is littered
With corpses.
The older they get,
The more they stink.
Each one began with great hope.
The idea was the seed.
Three or four words
That held hands in cunning design.
Poised, I thought, to dance and laugh.
Some of my blood,
Some of my guts
Was fitted to their syntax.
I rocked back their heads.
Their eyes opened with a clack.
'Dance! ' I commanded.
Each in turn faltered, spun,
Seemed, to my ear to have grace.
I left each one to live.
When I returned to look again,
They lay there on the floor
In disordered clumsy ...

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Destination

There is cold
In the country of the old.
Heat of life,
Heat of love,
Heat of curiosity
Has drained away.
From its terrain,
Stony as a terminal moraine,
Sprouts pain,

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