John Koethe

(1945 / San Diego)

John Koethe Poems

1. A Perfume 1/20/2003
2. Creation Myths 5/26/2015
3. What The Stars Meant 12/24/2015
4. Below the Coast 12/26/2016
5. Book X 12/26/2016
6. The Constant Voice 12/26/2016
7. Domes 12/26/2016
8. Early Morning in Milwaukee 12/26/2016
9. Falling Water 12/26/2016
10. In the Park 12/26/2016
11. The Late Wisconsin Spring 12/26/2016
12. Like Gods 12/26/2016
13. Ninety-Fifth Street 12/26/2016
14. North Point North 12/26/2016
15. The Perfect Life 12/26/2016
16. Picture of Little Letters 12/26/2016
17. A Private Singularity 12/26/2016
18. The Proximate Shore 12/26/2016
19. Venetian Coda 12/26/2016
20. Vicarious Melancholia 12/26/2016
21. E.H. 12/26/2016
22. This is Lagos 12/26/2016
23. Chester 12/26/2016
24. Fear of the Future 12/26/2016
25. The Yacht Clubs 12/26/2016
26. Sally's Hair 12/26/2016
27. Hackett Avenue 12/26/2016
28. Clouds 12/26/2016
29. From the Porch 12/26/2016
30. Y2K (1933) 12/26/2016
31. Un Autre Monde 12/26/2016
32. Partial Clearance 12/26/2016
33. Gil's Cafe 12/26/2016
34. In Italy - 1. Hotel Solferino for Henri Cole 12/26/2016
35. In Italy - 2. Expulsion from the Garden 12/26/2016
36. In Italy - 3. Duomo 12/26/2016
37. The Bean House 12/26/2016

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The Bean House

. . . humming in the summer haze.

Diane christened it the Bean House,
Since everything in it came straight from an
L.L. Bean Home catalog. It looks out upon two
Meadows separated by a stand of trees, and at night,
When the heat begins to dissipate and the stars
Become visible in the uncontaminated sky,
I like to sit here on the deck, listening to the music
Wafting from the inside through the sliding patio doors,
Listening to the music in my head. It's what I do:
The days go by, the days remain the same, dwindling
Down to a precious few as I try to write my...

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Below the Coast

A clumsy hillock
Unmolded like a cake on the meadow
In the Laguna Mountains. Tough yellow-green grass growing up to a tree
As thick as a tooth. In winter, on the road from San Diego,
Thousands of cars crawl up to the snow
And their passengers get out to investigate it
And then drive, discoursing, back home. And that's California,
Solemnly discharging its responsibilities.

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