David Wagoner

(5 June 1926 / Massillon, Ohio)

David Wagoner Poems

1. Their Bodies -new- 8/27/2016
2. That Child -new- 8/27/2016
3. Peacock Display -new- 8/27/2016
4. In Rubble -new- 8/27/2016
5. For Laurel and Hardy on My Workroom Wall -new- 8/27/2016
6. The Cherry Tree -new- 8/27/2016
7. This is a Wonderful Poem -new- 8/27/2016
8. The Name -new- 8/27/2016
9. The Heart Of The Forest -new- 8/27/2016
10. Mapmaking -new- 8/27/2016
11. My Fire -new- 8/27/2016
12. Thoreau and the Snapping Turtle -new- 8/27/2016
13. Old Man, Old Man -new- 8/27/2016
14. Every Good Boy Does Fine -new- 8/27/2016
15. Bums at Breakfast -new- 8/27/2016
16. Do Not Proceed Beyond This Point without a Guide -new- 8/27/2016
17. Report from a Forest Logged by the Weyerhaeuser Company -new- 8/27/2016
18. Getting There -new- 8/27/2016
19. Among Driftwood -new- 8/27/2016
20. Road Kill -new- 8/27/2016
21. Natural Disasters -new- 8/27/2016
22. A Snap Quiz in Body Language -new- 8/27/2016
23. Up Against the Sea -new- 8/27/2016
24. My Father Laughing in the Chicago Theater -new- 8/27/2016
25. Following A Stream -new- 8/27/2016
26. The Silence of the Stars -new- 8/27/2016
27. For a Student Sleeping in a Poetry Workshop 11/9/2015
28. Lost 4/9/2015
29. The Shooting Of John Dillinger Outside The Biograph Theater, July 22, 1934 1/20/2003
30. For A Row Of Laurel Shrubs 1/13/2003
31. The Junior High School Band Concert 1/20/2003
32. Wallace Stevens On His Way To Work 1/13/2003
33. This Is A Wonderful Poem 1/20/2003
34. At The Door 1/13/2003
Best Poem of David Wagoner

At The Door

All actors look for them-the defining moments
When what a character does is what he is.
The script may say, He goes to the door
And exits or She goes out the door stage left.

But you see your fingers touching the doorknob,
Closing around it, turning it
As if by themselves. The latch slides
Out of the strike-plate, the door swings on its hinges,
And you're about to take that step
Over the threshold into a different light.

For the audience, you may simply be
Disappearing from the scene, yet in those few seconds
You can reach for the knob as the last ...

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Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.

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