michael hogan

Rookie - 39 Points (July 14,1943 / Newport, Rhode Island)

michael hogan Poems

1. Spring 4/25/2012
2. Ernest Hemingway,1961 4/25/2012
3. How Prisoners Walk 4/25/2012
4. To A Dog That Followed Me This Morning 4/25/2012
5. Smoking On The Fire Escape 5/9/2012
6. The Boy With Green Eyes 5/9/2012
7. Visitation Rights 5/9/2012
8. Telegram 5/9/2012
9. Kickoff 5/9/2012
10. Mother And Child 5/9/2012
11. Leaf Burning 5/9/2012
12. Golden 5/13/2012
13. Last Night You Had The Saddest Eyes 5/18/2012
14. Photo Of My Father, Age 61 6/29/2012
15. How A Planet Stays In Orbit 2/23/2013
16. The Patio At Dusk 2/28/2013
17. The Poet As Teacher 2/28/2013
18. Hair Broker,1861 2/28/2013
19. Freedom 2/28/2013
20. Dry Thoughts In A Rainy Season 2/28/2013
21. Learning 2/28/2013
22. Dear One 2/28/2013
23. In Bogotá 2/28/2013
24. Ornithology 2/28/2013
25. Mexican Produce 2/28/2013
26. Refusing To Be Ghosts 5/12/2013
27. Good Friday In Providencia 3/28/2013
28. The Field 8/26/2013
29. Aftermath 9/1/2013
30. And The Livin' Is Easy 4/25/2012
31. Christmas Morning In Providencia 12/25/2013
32. New Year 1/1/2014
33. Dog Days 2/16/2014
34. Another Reason For Loving Mothers 2/23/2014
35. Wood Chips And Pine Straw 4/11/2014
36. A Name 5/13/2012
37. Expatriate 2/28/2013
38. Great-Grandmother's Eyes 5/13/2012
39. In Memoriam 9/1/2013
40. Before The Monsoon Rain 5/18/2013
Best Poem of michael hogan

Dragons

In memoriam Francis X. Hogan (1913-1974)

On Sunday mornings in March my father
would take a homemade kite broad as his back
up the hill near Reeve's Farm.
This was how men learned of flight
he told me then.

Racing down that hill to catch the wind
where there was none to speak of,
the kite (gradually lifting) caught at last
on a thermal from the sea his running almost reached.
He told me breathless watching it rise:
The Chinese were the first.
They made them shaped like dragons
which in those days roamed the whole earth
free and ...

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The Condor

Dark and lugubrious, his eyes
signify no intent beyond brooding.
All day he has been posed on thermals
as if the land would rise like a hand
and say: Blessings! Blessings!
Observant as a child who watches
the sidewalk for a dollar
dropped by chance along the way to school.
He waits. The dollar's never there.

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