Bill Knott

[Saint Geraud] (1940 - 2014 / Carson City, Michigan)

Bill Knott Poems

1. Story Of Or 3/8/2012
2. The Golden Age 9/16/2015
3. Weltende Variation # ? 3/8/2012
4. On A Drawing By Charles Tomlinson 3/8/2012
5. Sonnet 4/1/2014
6. Obsolescent 1/3/2003
7. Picture 1/3/2003
8. To Ripley (Alien 1-4) 1/3/2003
9. Self(The Poet PassÉ)portrait 1/13/2003
10. Sleep 1/3/2003
11. Space 1/3/2003
12. Stress Therapy 1/3/2003
13. Poem (As Your Light Side Trees Shy...) 1/13/2003
14. The Enemy 1/3/2003
15. The Misunderstanding 1/3/2003
16. The Unsubscriber 1/3/2003
17. Monopoly 1/3/2003
18. Poem 1/3/2003
19. Tempestrousseau 1/3/2003
20. The Hunger 1/3/2003
21. The Patriots 1/3/2003
22. Poem (Chicago) 1/3/2003
23. Poem To Poetry 1/3/2003
24. Minor Poem 1/3/2003
25. Poem (After Your Death...) 1/13/2003
26. Another Hole For W.R Rodgers 3/8/2012
27. Lifeguard Clinging To A Steeple 1/3/2003
28. Heritage 1/3/2003
29. Ledgelife 1/3/2003
30. Lesson 1/3/2003
31. Dearth Demise 1/3/2003
32. Ancient Measures 1/3/2003
33. Face In The Window 1/3/2003
34. Compact Dusk 1/3/2003
35. Excerpts From The Diary Of Damocles 1/3/2003
36. (poem) (Chicago) (The Were-Age) 1/3/2003
37. Castration Envy #11 1/3/2003
38. 2 Futilists 1/3/2003
39. Hair Poem 1/3/2003
40. (desire)threadbare(Desires) 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Bill Knott

Feeding The Sun

One day we notice that the sun
needs feeding. Immediately
a crash program begins: we fill rockets
with wheat, smoke-rings, razorblades, then,
after long aiming
--they're off. Hulls specially alloyed
so as not to melt before the stuff
gets delivered we pour cattle rivers windmills,
aborigines etcet into the sun which
however, grows stubbornly
smaller, paler. Finally
of course we run out of things to feed the thing,
start shipping ourselves. By now
all the planets-moons-asteroids and
so on have been shoveled in though they're
not doing much good ...

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The Enemy

Like everyone I demand to be
Defended unto the death of
All who defend me, all the
World's people I command to
Roundabout me shield me, to
Fight off the enemy. The
Theory is if they all stand
Banded together and wall me
Safe, there's no one left to

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