Hans Ostrom Poems
|321.||Read And See -new-||12/7/2017|
|323.||For Cafeteria Workers||2/5/2009|
|327.||Homeless Citizens In A Library||11/4/2007|
|328.||High School Football||10/19/2007|
|330.||Theology And Banking||10/23/2007|
|332.||Sestina: The Game Of Baseball||10/23/2007|
|333.||A Photograph Of The Day-Shift: North Star Mine,20 June 1938||10/23/2007|
|334.||Fossil Of A Wing||10/19/2007|
|335.||A Hod-Carrier Reflects||10/19/2007|
|336.||And Now, Whether||10/12/2007|
|337.||How To Be A Cat||5/29/2008|
|339.||Langston Hughes And Barack Obama||1/20/2009|
|340.||How To Write A Poem: A Poem||5/11/2009|
Comments about Hans Ostrom
In a wilderness of reasons
not to write, he wrote. Just wrote.
Each word was the belief
in the possibility of the next.
He kept it going.
Mostly his days and words talk
quietly, though he could rant and rage.
Mention is what his voices usually do
in a world of self-convinced noise.
Truth mentioned is a sweet brass
note you’ll never forget. Writing,
Langston showed writing to be
an unashamed act, one of the few
in a shameful, shaming world. Words
grin. Words reside. Words throw
a meal together for unexpected friends,
make a garden...
Italian Coffee Pot
Caffeine priest in a silver
cassock. Octagonal alchemist.
Silver bird gargling dark steam.
It is in the pantheon of small,
essential pots that lead us
kindly into our daily labors.
It is the beloved mayor of the
stove. It is a three-part harmony
of form and function.
hans ostrom 2017