Thom Gunn

(29 August 1929 – 25 April 2004 / England)

Thom Gunn Poems

1. Duncan 8/29/2014
2. Lament 8/29/2014
3. Baby Song 12/3/2014
4. For A Birthday 12/3/2014
5. Moly 8/29/2014
6. In Trust 8/29/2014
7. Tamer And Hawk 8/29/2014
8. From The Wave 11/7/2005
9. To Yvor Winters 1/3/2003
10. Black Jackets 11/12/2005
11. The Dump 1/3/2003
12. Painting By Vuillard 1/3/2003
13. The Butcher's Son 1/3/2003
14. A Map Of The City 11/12/2005
15. Cat Island 1/3/2003
16. My Sad Captains 1/13/2003
17. Considering The Snail 1/3/2003
18. Still Life 1/3/2003
19. The Hug 1/3/2003
20. Street Song 1/3/2003
21. The Man With Night Sweats 1/3/2003
22. On The Move 'Man, You Gotta Go.' 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Thom Gunn

On The Move 'Man, You Gotta Go.'

The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows
Some hidden purpose, and the gush of birds
That spurts across the field, the wheeling swallows,
Have nested in the trees and undergrowth.
Seeking their instinct, or their pose, or both,
One moves with an uncertain violence
Under the dust thrown by a baffled sense
Or the dull thunder of approximate words.

On motorcycles, up the road, they come:
Small, black, as flies hanging in heat, the Boy,
Until the distance throws them forth, their hum
Bulges to thunder held by calf and thigh.
In goggles, donned...

Read the full of On The Move 'Man, You Gotta Go.'

Painting By Vuillard

Two dumpy women with buns were drinking coffee
In a narrow kitchen—at least I think a kitchen
And I think it was whitewashed, in spite of all the shade.
They were flat brown, they were as brown as coffee.
Wearing brown muslin? I really could not tell.
How I loved this painting, they had grown so old
That everything had got less complicated,
Brown clothes and shade in a sunken whitewashed kitchen.

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