James Galvin

(1951 / Chicago, Illinois)

James Galvin Poems

1. On First Seeing a U.S. Forest Service Aerial Photo of Where I Live 2/11/2016
2. Anthropology 3/25/2017
3. Depending on the Wind 3/25/2017
4. Explication of an Imaginary Text 3/25/2017
5. Fire Season 3/25/2017
6. Getting a Word In 3/25/2017
7. Hermits 3/25/2017
8. I Looked for Life and Did a Shadow See 3/25/2017
9. The Last Man's Club 3/25/2017
10. The Measure of the Year 3/25/2017
11. Notes for the First Line of a Spanish Poem 3/25/2017
12. On the Sadness of Wedding Dresses 3/25/2017
13. Rintrah Roars 3/25/2017
14. Roadside Ditch Natura Morta 3/25/2017
15. Stories Are Made of Mistakes 3/25/2017
16. Three Sonnets 3/25/2017
17. Western Civilization 3/25/2017
18. Wildlife Management I 3/25/2017
19. Wildlife Management II 3/25/2017
20. Wildlife Management III 3/25/2017
21. You Know What People Say 3/25/2017
22. Art Class 3/25/2017
23. The Story of the End of the Story 3/25/2017
24. Double Rainbow 3/25/2017
25. Blue Or Green 1/28/2015
26. Dear Miss Emily 1/30/2015
27. To The Republic 1/20/2003
28. Station 1/20/2003
29. Two Horses And A Dog 1/20/2003
30. Post-Modernism 1/20/2003

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Post-Modernism

A pinup of Rita Hayworth was taped
To the bomb that fell on Hiroshima.
The Avant-garde makes me weep with boredom.
Hares are wishes, especially dark ones.

That's why twitches and fences.
That's why switches and spurs.
That's why the idiom of betrayal.
They forgive us.

Their windswayed manes and tails,
Their eyes,
Affront the winterscrubbed prairie
With gentleness.

They live in both worlds and forgive us.
I'll give you a hint: the wind in fits and starts.
Like schoolchildren when the teacher walks in,
The aspens jostle for their ...

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Post-Modernism

A pinup of Rita Hayworth was taped
To the bomb that fell on Hiroshima.
The Avant-garde makes me weep with boredom.
Hares are wishes, especially dark ones.

That's why twitches and fences.
That's why switches and spurs.
That's why the idiom of betrayal.
They forgive us.

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