Morgan Michaels


Morgan Michaels Poems

361. Delusions Vl 6/22/2014
362. Delusions Vll 6/22/2014
363. Delusions Vlll 6/23/2014
364. Delusions X 6/24/2014
365. Delusions Xl 6/28/2014
366. Delusions Xll 6/30/2014
367. Delusions Xlll 6/30/2014
368. Democracy 6/20/2012
369. Desiderata 4/21/2013
370. Desiderata Ii 12/4/2013
371. Desiderata Lll 6/29/2014
372. Desire 7/30/2013
373. Dialogue 6/19/2013
374. Did You Read My Book? 12/29/2014
375. Differences 3/1/2013
376. Differences* 1/29/2014
377. Diotima 5/29/2012
378. Diotima 2 Part One 7/19/2012
379. Diotima's Complaint 6/19/2013
380. Dirge 1/11/2013
381. Divine Courtesy 2/26/2012
382. Doggerelle 1/28/2012
383. Dolphin 2/1/2012
384. Dolphin Ii 2/1/2012
385. Double Dip 10/25/2013
386. Double Fortune 11/19/2012
387. Dream 11/28/2012
388. Dream 2 6/2/2013
389. Dreams 1/6/2013
390. Dreams 3 6/3/2013
391. Ecole Post-Moderne 1/25/2013
392. Edna 1/23/2012
393. Egisto 3/21/2012
394. Ego 8/9/2013
395. Eight 5/18/2013
396. Either Or 3/25/2012
397. El Greco's St Martin 11/9/2013
398. Elephant's Graveyard 5/10/2012
399. Elephant's Graveyard Ii 5/10/2012
400. Elephant's Graveyard Iii 5/10/2012
Best Poem of Morgan Michaels

The Ideal City

Consider this marvel of Renaissance wit:
The Ideal City, by Lucian Laurana-
See how the canny master contrived in it
To lead the eye along the polished piazza
Back to a single point on the far horizon
By dint of planes, formed ny the great arcades
Of noble pallazi, their window-lit facades
Tinted shades of gold and green and dun;
At center fore, a temple, double tiered
Whose coffered, greatly-pedimented doors
Are gained by a shallow flight of marble stairs;
All around, the whole is pillastered
By half-coluns crowned by leafy capitals
While over the ...

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Aunt Fritzi Ii

always there, when-
ever Nancy came home from gallivanting with Sluggo
that sometime visitor from the other side of the tracks,
sitting vigilant, reading the paper

in smiling deference to Pascal's advice
to dodge unhappiness by sitting quietly in a small chair; what,
by lamplight was she reading, forever? The obits
the classifieds? maybe the funnies?

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