Henri Cole

(1956 / Fukuoka, Fukuoka Prefecture)

Henri Cole Poems

1. Homosexuality 6/16/2016
2. Beach Walk 6/16/2016
3. Olympia 6/16/2016
4. Dandelions (II) 6/16/2016
5. Gravity and Center 6/16/2016
6. Harvard Classics 6/16/2016
7. Myself with Cats 6/16/2016
8. Painted Eyes 6/16/2016
9. Radiant Ivory 6/16/2016
10. Saint Stephen's Day with the Griffins 6/16/2016
11. Self-portrait in a Gold Kimono 6/16/2016
12. Twilight 6/16/2016
13. White Spine 6/16/2016
14. The Boat-Header 6/16/2016
15. Cherry Blossom Storm 6/16/2016
16. Green Shade 6/16/2016
17. Poppies 6/16/2016
18. Hand Grenade Bag 6/16/2016
19. War Rug 6/16/2016
20. Oil & Steel 6/16/2016
Best Poem of Henri Cole

Oil & Steel

My father lived in a dirty dish mausoleum,
watching a portable black-and-white television,
reading the Encyclopedia Britannica,
which he preferred to Modern Fiction.
One by one, his schnauzers died of liver disease,
except the one that guarded his corpse
found holding a tumbler of Bushmills.
"Dead is dead,' he would say, an anti-preacher.
I took a plaid shirt from the bedroom closet
and some motor oil—my inheritance.
Once, I saw him weep in a courtroom—
neglected, needing nursing—this man who never showed
me much affection but gave me a knack
for ...

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Waking from comalike sleep, I saw the poppies,
with their limp necks and unregimented beauty.
Pause, I thought, say something true: It was night,
I wanted to kiss your lips, which remained supple,
but all the water in them had been replaced
with embalming compound. So I was angry.
I loved the poppies, with their wide-open faces,
how they carried themselves, beckoning to me
instead of pushing away. The way in and the way out

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