Ryan Cole

Rookie - 0 Points (August 27,1961 / Santa Monica, California)

Ryan Cole Poems

1. I Know Nothing About The Rain (With Apologies To T.S. Elliott,9/1/11) 9/5/2011
2. Dawn 8/20/2010
3. For Katja 8/20/2010
4. Another Tuesday Morning 8/20/2010
5. The Beauty Of The World 8/20/2010
6. The Bouncer's Lament 8/20/2010
7. The Parts You Saved 6/21/2010
8. Lets Get Lost 6/21/2010
9. Celestial Navigation 6/21/2010
10. Her Name 6/21/2010
11. All The Different Places 8/20/2010
12. Contemplating Emily Dickenson On An Unseasonably Cold And Wet Tuesday Afternoon In May (5/17/11) 6/3/2011
13. Apostate 6/21/2010
14. 6/25/10 6/24/2010
15. 2/7/12 3/5/2012
16. I Say Your Name (For K) 6/3/2011
17. Ocean Park (4/10/11) 6/3/2011
18. My Father's Hands 6/3/2011
19. Possession (For K) 6/3/2011
20. This Ordinary Madness (12/15/10) 6/3/2011
21. 8/2/11 8/9/2011
22. Passing (8/9/11) 8/9/2011
23. A Comfort 8/9/2011
24. She Waits For You Across The River (8/20/11) 8/29/2011
25. Owned By Silence (2/25/12) 3/5/2012
26. I Still Feel Your Ghost (2/18/12) 3/5/2012
27. An October Morning (2/1/12) 3/5/2012
28. 1/4/12 3/5/2012
29. Dreams Of Flying (10/7/11) 9/5/2011
30. Walking Down Fourth Street 10/30/2011
31. Without Malice,6/26/10 6/25/2010
32. Tangled,8/20/10 8/20/2010
33. Muse 6/21/2010
34. Shelter 6/21/2010
35. For Corny 8/20/2010
36. Untitled,7/30/10 8/20/2010
37. Happiness 8/20/2010
38. For Katharina 8/20/2010
39. The Moon 2 Days Past Full 8/20/2010
40. His Silent World, For Levi (Peanut) 8/20/2010
Best Poem of Ryan Cole

I Know Nothing About The Rain (With Apologies To T.S. Elliott,9/1/11)

Do you still love me, she asks
fragile moment, simple words
Fear and longing mingled like our breaths
hanging precariously in the air

People talk about the weather
To fill the savage spaces
Empty Silence, empty words
And we talk about the weather
What can I say
What do I know of the weather
Falling gently, scattered drops
What do I know of the rain

Do you still love me, she asks
In the interval between
What do I know of love
Falling gently, scattered drops

And in the rooms the women light as a feather
stand around talking about the...

Read the full of I Know Nothing About The Rain (With Apologies To T.S. Elliott,9/1/11)

For C

She makes her way to the dark woods
the windy moors
The blank places on the map
where dragons be
Not for her the birdsong or the dappled glen
The gentle stream
No, she is the torrent and the tussle
The wild places and barren lands
The world sees only her face

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