Donald Revell

(1954 / New York)

Donald Revell Poems

1. Against Pluralism 5/22/2017
2. Benzene 5/22/2017
3. "Birds small enough..." 5/22/2017
4. Borodin 5/22/2017
5. The Children 5/22/2017
6. Death 5/22/2017
7. Elegy a Little 5/22/2017
8. The Glens of Cithaeron 5/22/2017
9. Homage to John Frederick Peto 5/22/2017
10. An Instrument Also 5/22/2017
11. Last 5/22/2017
12. Lyre 5/22/2017
13. Gihon 5/22/2017
14. Odysseus Hears of the Death of Kalypso 5/23/2017
15. Outbreak 5/23/2017
16. Pericles 5/23/2017
17. "Some motionless conflict in the sky..." 5/23/2017
18. Stilling 5/23/2017
19. Survey 5/23/2017
20. "Unreal precision of the houses..." 5/23/2017
21. Inquire 5/23/2017
22. Advent 5/23/2017
23. A Clasp 5/23/2017
24. Bending with the Sky 5/23/2017
25. Election Year 6/22/2015
26. My Mojave 5/22/2017
27. The Northeast Corridor 5/23/2017
28. Warm Days in January 2/18/2016
29. Vietnam Epic Treatment 5/22/2017
30. Virgil Watched Them 1/20/2003
31. My Trip 1/26/2015

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My Trip

I am looking at a smallpox vaccination scar
In a war movie on the arm
Of a young actor. He has just swum
Across a river somewhere in Normandy
Into the waiting arms of his rejoicing comrades.

Of course, the river's in California,
And the actor is dead now. Nevertheless,
This is the first of many hotels this trip,
And I find myself preferring wars
To smut on the networks,
Even as I find myself reading
The Pisan Cantos for the umpteenth time
Instead of the novel in my bag.
The poet helps me to the question:
Does anything remain of home at ...

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Election Year

A jet of mere phantom
Is a brook, as the land around
Turns rocky and hollow.
Those airplane sounds
Are the drowning of bicyclists.
Leaping, a bridesmaid leaps.
You asked for my autobiography.
Imagine the greeny clicking sound
Of hummingbirds in a dry wood,

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