Barber
Learn from the man who spends much of his life speaking
To the back of your head knowing what it means to follow
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A Barred Owl
The warping night air having brought the boom
Of an owl’s voice into her darkened room,
We tell the wakened child that all she heard . . .
Barter
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
. . .
Battle-Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fatal lightning of his terrible swift sword: . . .
Battlefield
Back when I used to be Indian
I am standing outside the
pool hall with my sister.
. . .
Beautiful Wreckage
What if I didn’t shoot the old lady
running away from our patrol,
or the old man in the back of the head, . . .
Beginning
The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still. . . .
Bells for John Whiteside’s Daughter
There was such speed in her little body,
And such lightness in her footfall,
It is no wonder her brown study . . .
Bereavement
Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,
Promised methought long days of bliss sincere!
Soothing it stole on my deluded ear, . . .
The Birth of John Henry
The night John Henry is born an ax
of lightning splits the sky,
and a hammer of thunder pounds the earth, . . .
