Daniel Thomas Moran

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Come now, September, faithful friend,
On whose pure, light air do I depend.
...

Out there in the world,
Some brittle oak leaves
Have survived the worst of it.
They cling, like the rest of us,
...

The Kingdom of India

India is the kingdom
of a billion tiny efforts.
...

My Russian Bride

This morning, once again,
I am awake to find that
...

My children
use their thumbs
to converse with
invisible people.
...

I suppose I am grateful
that writing a poem

is not like mining sulfur
...

Hilde of Vienna

Hilde sits in the train station,
in a glass box built for waiting.
...

That's what it looked like
where I was born.

Two dimensions.
...

Someday,
We will all
have a blimp,
With our names
...

You must take.
It is your nature.

You must
...

Traveling

Sometimes
I take the
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Arrhythmias
for the good people at Concord Hospital- 5 Aug 12

It would be easy
...

13.

Our new automatic rice
cooker sings to us when
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Among us, there are
those who will not make it.
...

Distracted

I have become the sum
of my distractions.
...

16.

He is the beginning,
and the end.
The bearer of all forevers.
His finger tips
...

Since I dared say
those words for
the first time, to you,
they have hollowed,
...

Patti Smith, you
are not looking good.
You must know that.
The years have
...

Of all to be said
Of gods and men,
Drawing truth from
The sharpened quill.
...

I have stared out
through this window before.
Many times.
Who knows
...

Daniel Thomas Moran Biography

DANIEL THOMAS MORAN Poet Laureate Suffolk County, New York Daniel Thomas Moran is the author of twleve volumes of poetry, the most recent of which, In the Kingdom of Autumn, was published by Salmon Poetry in Ireland in 2020 who also published his A Shed for Wood in 2014. His prior collection, Looking for the Uncertain Past, was published by Poetry Salzburg at The University of Salzburg in 2006. He has read widely throughout New York City and Long Island and has done readings in Ireland, Italy and Austria. He has had some 400 poems published in such prestigious journals as Confrontation, Nassau Review, Oxford, National Forum, Commonweal, Parnassus, Sulfur River, Pedestal, Rattapallax, , Poetry Salzburg Review, Iconoclast, The Journal of The American Medical Association, The Art Times, Opium, Exit 13, Hawaii Pacific Review, Istanbul Literature Review, Medical Humanities, New Contrast, and The Norton Critical Anthology on Darwin. From 1997-2005 he served as Vice-President of The Walt Whitman Birthplace Association in West Hills, New York where he instituted The Long Island School of Poetry Reading Series and has been Literary Correspondent to Long Island Public Radio where he hosted The Long Island Radio Magazine. His work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize on five occasions. He is a participating writer to The Passwords Project, an international collaboration between visual artists and writers based in Graz, Austria. In 2005 he was appointed Poet Laureate by The Legislature of Suffolk County, New York. He has been listed in Who's Who in America, The International Who's Who, and The International Who's Who in Poetry. He is Editor of The Light of City and Sea, An Anthology of Suffolk County Poetry 2006 Street Press. His collected papers are presently being archived by his alma mater, Stony Brook University where he is Chair of The Dean's Advisory Board. He is the proud father of Lindsay, Ashley and Gregory. He is a retired Clinical Assistant Professor at Boston University's School of Dental Medicine where, in 2011, he was honored by delivering the Commencement Address. He and his wife Karen live in Webster, New Hampshire.)

The Best Poem Of Daniel Thomas Moran

Come September

Come now, September, faithful friend,
On whose pure, light air do I depend.
Extract the harvest, the wind from fields,
A cloak against winter, a bounty yields.

Take with you, July, its rumbling rains,
August’s glare, which parched the plains.
October will come to paint these leaves,
And draw deep the breath November heaves.

Too soon December comes to brood,
Where life and dying have come to feud.
But, you September whose soul’s the pure,
May your splendid countenance long endure.

Take me along where e’re you go,
Bestow those dreams Septembers know.

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