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Daniel Thomas Moran
Daniel Thomas Moran
(March 9,1957 / New York City)
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DANIEL THOMAS MORAN
Poet Laureate Suffolk County, New York
Daniel Thomas Moran is the author of six volumes of poetry, the most recent of which, A Shed for Wood, was published by Salmon Poetry in Ireland in 2014. His prior collection, Looking for the Uncertain Past, was published by Poetry Salzburg at The University of Salzburg in 2006. He has read widely throughout New York City ... more »
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Daniel Thomas Moran Poems
Come September
Come now, September, faithful friend,
On whose pure, light air do I depend.... more »
Thinking About The Death Of John Updike
Out there in the world,
Some brittle oak leaves
Have survived the worst of it.
They cling, like the rest of us,... more »
The Kingdom Of India
The Kingdom of India
India is the kingdom
of a billion tiny efforts.... more »
My Russian Bride
My Russian Bride
This morning, once again,
I am awake to find that... more »
To Debbie After I Had Already Eaten The Octopuses
Last night, over a pizza,
I told you how, last week
I had eaten a marinated
baby octopus or two... more »
It's Like Omg
My children
use their thumbs
to converse with
invisible people.... more »
At Hard Labor
I suppose I am grateful
that writing a poem
is not like mining sulfur... more »
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Come September
Come now, September, faithful friend,
On whose pure, light air do I depend.
Extract the harvest, the wind from fields,
A cloak against winter, a bounty yields.
Take with you, July, its rumbling rains,
August’s glare, which parched the plains.
October will come to paint these leaves,
And draw deep the breath November heaves.
Too soon December comes to brood,
Where life and dying have come to feud.
But, you September whose soul’s the pure,
May your splendid countenance long endure.
Take me along where e’re you go,
Bestow those dreams ...
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