Patrick Dumas Poems

Ice cycles hung from my nose
hands were stuck to my gun; froze.
All alone in a storm of white
couldn't tell day from night.
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Autumn comes back around
and all the leaves fall to the ground.
The air turns cold but the sky’s still blue.
Will you fall to me as I fall to you?
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The Burning Sun came rising-
it rose into the sky.
I sat and smoked the herbs
as the birds began to fly.
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Free River flow, Free River
so cold, Free River
you’re getting old.
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This is one of my favorite poems by Randall Jarrell and one of my favorite poems. Analyze it line for line and read it many times over to understand each lines meaning..

From my mother's sleep I fell into the state
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze
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Though it is high noon,
the moon hangs in the sky
opposite the sun.
He sits on the periphery
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“We need to talk, ” she said on the phone.
The sun was going down,
trees a silhouette
giving way to darkening sky.
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I awoke in a dream with pure consciousness,
and took a walk down to the stream of loneliness.
There was a woman there
with scarlet fire hair,
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This food in my mouth, it's making it dry.
I looked at the ground, and fell through the sky.
All of these days, are passing me by-
The crowds in the street, are playing their part
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I looked in her eyes, and breathed in her feel
We've come here again, 'cause time is a wheel

The snow on the ground is warming my heart
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