Joseph Stroud

Joseph Stroud Poems


Take a plane to London.
From King's Cross take the direct train to York.
Rent a car and drive across the vale to Ripon,
then into the dales toward the valley of the Nidd,


Everywhere, everywhere, snow sifting down,
a world becoming white, no more sounds,
no longer possible to find the heart of the day,
the sun is gone, the sky is nowhere, and of all

The Song Of Divorce

Bitter the warmth of sunlight, and bitter the taste of apple,
the song and the stars and wheat fields, bitter the memory,
moonlight, the shine of the lake's surface in morning

Reading Cavafy Alone In Bed

I, too, remember the past, my room lit by candles,
and the night she entered and touched my face
with her face, with mouth and tongue and lips,

Lazarus In Varanasi

From a pyre on the burning ghat
a corpse slowly sits up in the flames.
As if remembering something important.

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John Glenn 13 November 2021

Directions. I heard this on Writers Almanac.7 years ago. I live 45 mins from the Vale of the Nidd, Nidderdale. When my wife died,4 years ago, I believed - I can do this - this is true. And I went out walking, making my way, working my life, step by step, into grace.. A great poem..

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Norma Snapp 04 February 2019

I recently read Auvergne and I had received comice as a Christmas present from a client, and I found in this poem, Auvergne, a whole world put in an order that compels me to read and read again. And, thus, I have ordered Mr. Stroud's books of poetry.

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Joseph Stroud Biography

Joseph Stroud, (born 1943, Glendale, California) is an American poet.
He was educated at the University of San Francisco, California State University at Los Angeles, and San Francisco State University. He is currently retired from teaching at Cabrillo College.

He has published five collections of poetry, most recently Of This World; New and Sel ...

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