Thom Gunn Poems
- Street Song I am too young to grow a beard But yes man it ...
- On The Move 'Man, You Gotta Go... The blue jay scuffling in ...
- The Man With Night Sweats I wake up cold, I who Prospered ...
- The Hug It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined Half of...
- Considering The Snail The snail pushes through a ...
- Still Life I shall not soon forget The greyish-yellow ...
- My Sad Captains One by one they appear in the darkness: a ...
an Anglo-American poet who was praised both for his early verses in England, where he was associated with The Movement and his later poetry in America, even after moving toward a looser, free-verse style. After relocating from England to San Francisco, Gunn, who became openly gay, wrote about gay-related topics — particularly in his most famous work, The Man With Night Sweats in 1992 — as well as drug use, sex, and topics related to his bohemian lifestyle. He won numerous major literary awards. more »
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I am too young to grow a beard
But yes man it was me you heard
In dirty denim and dark glasses.
I look through everyone who passes
But ask him clear, I do not plead,
Keys Lids acid and speed.
My grass is not oregano.
Some of it grew in Mexico.
You cannot guess the weed I hold,
Clara Green, Acapulco Gold,
Panama Red, you name it man,
Best on the street since I began.
My methedrine, my double-sun,
Will give you too lives in your one,
Five days of power before you crash.
At which time use these lumps of hash
- They burn so sweet, they smoke ...