Poems of Joanne Kyger
|1.||[He is pruning the privet]||1/10/2012|
|2.||Buddhism Without A Book||1/10/2012|
|3.||Descartes And The Splendor Of||1/10/2012|
|6.||from 'Marian Lopez Calixto's Story,' (Visit to Maya Land, Fall 1976)||1/10/2012|
|7.||from 'Places To Go'||1/10/2012|
|8.||Here in Oaxaca it's the Night of the Radishes||1/10/2012|
|9.||Influences in Poetry||1/10/2012|
|10.||Morning is such a welcome time. It doesn't demand||1/10/2012|
|12.||October 28, Take It Easier||1/10/2012|
|13.||October 29, Wednesday||1/10/2012|
|14.||Oh Man is the highest type of animal existing||1/10/2012|
|15.||Philip Whalen's Hat||1/10/2012|
|17.||Sunday in the Storm Era||1/10/2012|
|18.||The Crystal in Tamalpais||1/10/2012|
|20.||The Test of Fantasy||1/10/2012|
Philip Whalen's Hat
I woke up about 2:30 this morning and thought about Philip's
It is bright lemon yellow, with a little brim
all the way around, and a lime green hat band, printed
with tropical plants.
It sits on top
of his shaved head. It upstages every thing & every body.
He bought it at Walgreen's himself.
I mean it fortunately wasn't a gift from an admirer.