Donald Revell Poems

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11.
The Glens of Cithaeron

Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry "We are ripe, reap us!"
—Ted Hughes
I begin to think Actaeon never changed.
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12.
Homage to John Frederick Peto

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Fitfully in pictures disappearing now,
They are not toys but, rather, tiny horses
In the parade of youth: polish, spit, and display
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13.
An Instrument Also

The climate thinks with its knees.
When the wound opens, music suspires.
Opening a gate, I gain the color
below the roof tiles and the tree limbs.
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14.
Lyre

Before anything could happen,
flecks of real gold
on her mouth, her eyes more
convex than any others,
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15.
Gihon

They all wore little hats
Vermont that I
Can see, the river its coronet
Of yellow beetles—crawling,
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16.
Vietnam Epic Treatment

It doesn't matter
A damn what's playing—
In the dead of winter
You go, days of 1978 -
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17.
My Mojave

Sha-
Dow,
As of
A meteor
At mid-
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18.
The Northeast Corridor

The bar in the commuter station steams
like a ruin, its fourth wall open
to the crowd and the fluttering timetables.
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19.
Odysseus Hears of the Death of Kalypso

All their songs are of one hour
Before dawn, when the birds begin.
I sing another.
In helpless midday, at the hour
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20.
Outbreak

(variations on the testimony and excommunication of
Anne Hutchinson, Massachusetts Bay Colony, 1637-1638)
I.

Given to sweet motion
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