Jon Anderson

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Jon Anderson Poems

When I was lonely, I thought of death.
When I thought of death I was lonely.

I suppose this error will continue.
...

Now that I'm actually living my solitude I'm clueless.
Every now & then the wind drops in & I look at it.
These are the signs of seasonal change: I'm not sweating,
& the hollow air in the chimney makes a thrumming noise.
...

Elevators, like great oaks
rise into the evening, and when they descend
you hardly know yourself.
All night
...

So, at last, we will cross.
Our season presupposes continents, lands
of desire. We toss
like unloved baggage where we stand,
...

Listen, Leo, remember the lifeboat
we pilfered from what you said
was an abandoned garage sale,
...

Then the air was perfect. And his descent
to the white earth slowed.
Falling
became an ability to rest--as
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Jon Anderson Biography

Jon Victor Anderson was an American poet.

Anderson's first book, Looking for Jonathan, was an inaugural selection of the Pitt Poetry Series of the University of Pittsburgh Press in 1967. His second, Death & Friends, was nominated for the National Book Award.

He won a Guggenheim Fellowship from the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation in 1976; the Shelley Memorial Award from Poetry Society of America in 1983 for career achievement; and a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship in poetry in 1986.

Born July 4 in Somerville, Massachusetts, to Henry Victor and Frances (Ladd) Anderson, he earned a BS from Northeastern University (1964) and a MFA from the Iowa Writers' Workshop at the University of Iowa (1968).

He began his teaching career at the University of Portland 1968-72 as an instructor, becoming an assistant professor of creative writing. He was assistant professor of creative writing at Ohio University 1972-73, the University of Pittsburgh 1973-76, and University of Iowa, Iowa City, 1976-77. At the University of Arizona he served as associate professor from 1978 until his retirement. On February, 2008 they held a tribute reading.

Poets who studied under Anderson include Agha Shahid Ali, Michael Collier, Stuart Dischell, Loren Goodman, Tony Hoagland, Peter Oresick, David Rivard, and David Wojahn.

He married Nancy Garland in 1964; married his second wife, Linda Baker, in 1967; and married third wife, Barbara Hershkowitz in 1971, with whom he had one son, Bodi Orlen Anderson.

Anderson died on October 20, 2007, in Tucson, Arizona, after several weeks of illness. He was cremated and his ashes spread, according to his wishes, in the woods outside of Flagstaff, Arizona.

The Best Poem Of Jon Anderson

The Secret Of Poetry

When I was lonely, I thought of death.
When I thought of death I was lonely.

I suppose this error will continue.
I shall enter each gray morning

Delighted by frost, which is death,
& the trees that stand alone in mist.

When I met my wife I was lonely.
Our child in her body is lonely.

I suppose this error will go on & on.
Morning I kiss my wife's cold lips,

Nights her body, dripping with mist.
This is the error that fascinates.

I suppose you are secretly lonely,
Thinking of death, thinking of love.

I'd like, please, to leave on your sill
Just one cold flower, whose beauty

Would leave you inconsolable all day.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.

Jon Anderson Comments

M Asim Nehal 04 January 2019

Only titles of the poems are there, what happened to the entire poems?

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M Asim Nehal 04 January 2019

Only titles of the poems are there, what happened to the entire poems.

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