Henri Cole

(1956 / Fukuoka, Fukuoka Prefecture)

Henri Cole Poems

1. Poppies -new- 6/16/2016
2. Hand Grenade Bag -new- 6/16/2016
3. War Rug -new- 6/16/2016
4. The Boat-Header -new- 6/16/2016
5. Cherry Blossom Storm -new- 6/16/2016
6. Green Shade -new- 6/16/2016
7. Oil & Steel -new- 6/16/2016
8. Homosexuality -new- 6/16/2016
9. Beach Walk -new- 6/16/2016
10. Olympia -new- 6/16/2016
11. Dandelions (II) -new- 6/16/2016
12. Gravity and Center -new- 6/16/2016
13. Harvard Classics -new- 6/16/2016
14. Myself with Cats -new- 6/16/2016
15. Painted Eyes -new- 6/16/2016
16. Radiant Ivory -new- 6/16/2016
17. Saint Stephen's Day with the Griffins -new- 6/16/2016
18. Self-portrait in a Gold Kimono -new- 6/16/2016
19. Twilight -new- 6/16/2016
20. White Spine -new- 6/16/2016
Best Poem of Henri Cole

Hand Grenade Bag

This well-used little bag is just the right size

to carry a copy of the Psalms. Its plain-woven

flowers and helicopter share the sky with bombs

falling like turnips—he who makes light of other

men will be killed by a turnip. A bachelor,

I wear it across my shoulder—it's easier to be

a bachelor all my life than a widow for a day.

On the bag's face, two black shapes appear

to be crows—be guided by the crow and you

will come to a body—though they are

military aircraft. A man who needs fire

will soon enough hold it in his...

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War Rug

The pony and the deer are trapped by tanks,

and the lady with the guitar is sad beyond words.

Hurtling across the sky, a missile has mistaken

a vehicle for a helicopter, exploding in a ball

of white flame. Upside-down birds—red specks

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