Donald Justice

(12 August 1925 - 6 August 2004 / Miami / Florida)

Donald Justice Poems

1. October 4/9/2015
2. Women In Love 4/21/2010
3. Variations On A Text By Vallejo 4/21/2010
4. A Dancer's Life 12/25/2014
5. To A Ten-Months' Child 1/13/2003
6. Villanelle At Sundown 1/3/2003
7. The Tourist From Syracuse 1/3/2003
8. Extraits 4/21/2010
9. Nostalgia And Complaint Of The Grandparents 4/21/2010
10. On A Painting By Patient B Of The Independence State Hospital For The Insane 4/21/2010
11. Hell 4/21/2010
12. Banjo Dog Variations 4/21/2010
13. Henry James At The Pacific 4/21/2010
14. American Sketches 4/21/2010
15. The Evening Of The Mind 1/3/2003
16. Nostalgia Of The Lakefronts 4/21/2010
17. In Memory Of The Unknown Poet, Robert Boardman Vaughn 4/21/2010
18. The Assassination 1/3/2003
19. Anonymous Drawing 1/3/2003
20. Counting The Mad 4/21/2010
21. In Bertram's Garden 1/3/2003
22. Ode To A Dressmaker's Dummy 1/3/2003
23. Sestina: Here In Katmandu 1/3/2003
24. A Map Of Love 1/1/2004
25. Men At Thirty 1/3/2003
26. A Birthday Candle 1/13/2003
27. Absences 1/13/2003
28. Sadness 1/3/2003
29. Bus Stop 1/13/2003
30. On The Death Of Friends In Childhood 1/13/2003
31. Poem 1/3/2003
32. Men At Forty 1/3/2003
33. Love's Stratagems 1/3/2003
34. Pantoum Of The Great Depression 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Donald Justice

Pantoum Of The Great Depression

Our lives avoided tragedy
Simply by going on and on,
Without end and with little apparent meaning.
Oh, there were storms and small catastrophes.

Simply by going on and on
We managed. No need for the heroic.
Oh, there were storms and small catastrophes.
I don't remember all the particulars.

We managed. No need for the heroic.
There were the usual celebrations, the usual sorrows.
I don't remember all the particulars.
Across the fence, the neighbors were our chorus.

There were the usual celebrations, the usual sorrows
Thank god no one said ...

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Men At Thirty

Thirty today, I saw
The trees flare briefly like
The candles upon a cake
As the sun went down the sky,
A momentary flash
Yet there was time to wish

Before the break light could die
If I had known what to wish
As once I must have known
Bending above the clean candlelit tablecloth
To blow them out with a breath

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