Jon Anderson Poems
- The Secret Of Poetry When I was lonely, I thought of ...
- Exiled On Mountain, Bewail Fat...
- The Trucker Elevators, like great oaks rise into the ...
- Voyage So, at last, we will cross. Our season presupposes ...
- Listen, Leo Listen, Leo, remember the lifeboat we pilfered ...
- The Parachutist Then the air was perfect. And his descent to...
Jon Victor Anderson was an American poet.
Anderson's first book, Looking for Jonathan, was an inaugural selection of the Pitt Poetry Series of the University of Pittsburgh Press in 1967. His second, Death & Friends, was nominated for the National Book Award.
He won a Guggenheim Fellowship from the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation in 1976; the Shelley Memorial Award from Poetry Society of America in 1983 for career achievement; and a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship in poetry in 1986.
Born July 4 in Somerville, Massachusetts, to Henry Victor and Frances (Ladd) Anderson, he earned a BS from Northeastern University (1964) and a MFA from the ... more »
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The Secret Of Poetry
When I was lonely, I thought of death.
When I thought of death I was lonely.
I suppose this error will continue.
I shall enter each gray morning
Delighted by frost, which is death,
& the trees that stand alone in mist.
When I met my wife I was lonely.
Our child in her body is lonely.
I suppose this error will go on & on.
Morning I kiss my wife's cold lips,
Nights her body, dripping with mist.
This is the error that fascinates.
I suppose you are secretly lonely,
Thinking of death, thinking of love.
I'd like, please, ...