Bruce Beaver Poems
|2.||Death's Directives (I)||4/30/2012|
|3.||Death's Directives (Ii)||4/30/2012|
|4.||East Of Atlan||4/30/2012|
|5.||Lauds And Plants (Xiv)||4/30/2012|
|6.||Letters To Live Poets (Vi)||4/30/2012|
|7.||Letters To Live Poets (Xii)||4/30/2012|
|12.||Poem For Adrienne Rich (I)||4/30/2012|
|13.||Poem For Adrienne Rich (Ii)||4/30/2012|
|14.||Poems For Adrienne Rich (Iv)||4/30/2012|
|19.||Poems For Adrienne Rich (Iii)||4/30/2012|
|21.||Letters To Live Poets (I)||4/30/2012|
Comments about Bruce Beaver
Letters To Live Poets (I)
God knows what was done to you.
I may never find out fully.
The truth reaches us slowly here,
is delayed in the mail continually
or censored in the tabloids. The war
now into its third year
The number of infants, among others, blistered
and skinned alive by napalm
has been exaggerated
by both sides we are told,
and the gas does not seriously harm
does not kill but is merely
Apparently none of this
is happening to us.
I meant to write to you more than a
ago. Then there was as much to hear,
East Of Atlan
<i>for Dorothy Porter </i>
Square white roofs with square white towers.
Above them, balconies of white
abutting, tables richly bearing
fruit and wine, with amply cushioned
curving divans of carved wood.
Several figures, fair haired, supply
tall in pastel gowns, one white
as the shining bright of the balcony.