Thom Gunn

(29 August 1929 – 25 April 2004 / England)

Thom Gunn Poems

1. Duncan 8/29/2014
2. Moly 8/29/2014
3. Baby Song 12/3/2014
4. Lament 8/29/2014
5. In Trust 8/29/2014
6. Tamer And Hawk 8/29/2014
7. For A Birthday 12/3/2014
8. Painting By Vuillard 1/3/2003
9. To Yvor Winters 1/3/2003
10. A Map Of The City 11/12/2005
11. The Dump 1/3/2003
12. The Butcher's Son 1/3/2003
13. Black Jackets 11/12/2005
14. From The Wave 11/7/2005
15. My Sad Captains 1/13/2003
16. Cat Island 1/3/2003
17. Still Life 1/3/2003
18. Considering The Snail 1/3/2003
19. The Hug 1/3/2003
20. Street Song 1/3/2003
21. On The Move 'Man, You Gotta Go.' 1/13/2003
22. The Man With Night Sweats 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Thom Gunn

The Man With Night Sweats

I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue,
Sweat, and a clinging sheet.

My flesh was its own shield:
Where it was gashed, it healed.

I grew as I explored
The body I could trust
Even while I adored
The risk that made robust,

A world of wonders in
Each challenge to the skin.

I cannot but be sorry
The given shield was cracked,
My mind reduced to hurry,
My flesh reduced and wrecked.

I have to change the bed,
But catch myself instead

Stopped upright where I am
Hugging my body...

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Considering The Snail

The snail pushes through a green
night, for the grass is heavy
with water and meets over
the bright path he makes, where rain
has darkened the earth's dark. He
moves in a wood of desire,

pale antlers barely stirring
as he hunts. I cannot tell

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