James Dickey Poems
|1.||In The Marble Quarry||4/22/2010|
|2.||At Darien Bridge||4/22/2010|
|3.||The Strength Of Fields||4/22/2010|
|5.||Bums On Waking||4/22/2010|
|6.||Creation Made Like Hope||4/22/2010|
|8.||In The Tree House At Night||4/22/2010|
|9.||The Shark's Parlor||4/22/2010|
|15.||For The Last Wolverine||4/22/2010|
|16.||The Dusk Of Horses||5/7/2012|
|17.||Hunting Civil War Relics At Nimblewill Creek||5/7/2012|
|18.||Pursuit From Under||4/22/2010|
|20.||The Hospital Window||4/22/2010|
|21.||The Heaven Of Animals||3/5/2006|
The Heaven Of Animals
Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.
Having no souls, they have come,
Anyway, beyond their knowing.
Their instincts wholly bloom
And they rise.
The soft eyes open.
To match them, the landscape flowers,
Outdoing what is required:
The richest wood,
The deepest field.
For some of these,
It could not be the place
It is, without blood.
These hunt, as they have done,
But with claws and...
So I would hear out those lungs,
The air split into nine levels,
Some gift of tongues of the whistler
In the invalid’s bed: my mother,
Warbling all day to herself
The thousand variations of one song;