Mark Doty Poems

You weren't well or really ill yet either;
just a little tired, your handsomeness
tinged by grief or anticipation, which brought
to your face a thoughtful, deepening grace.
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They lie in parallel rows,
on ice, head to tail,
each a foot of luminosity
barred with black bands,
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Today the Masons are auctioning
their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans,
gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes
labeled inside the collar "Potentate"
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1. FAITH

“I’ve been having these
awful dreams, each a little different,
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The intact facade's now almost black
in the rain; all day they've torn at the back
of the building, "the oldest concrete structure
in New England," the newspaper said. By afternoon,
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Long Pont's apparitional
this warm spring morning,
the strand a blur of sandy light,
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Glassmakers,
at century's end,
compounded metallic lusters
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Not, exactly, green:
closer to bronze
preserved in kind brine,
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This salt-stain spot
marks the place where men
lay down their heads,
back to the bench,
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Because the road to our house
is a back road, meadowlands punctuated
by gravel quarry and lumberyard,
there are unexpected travelers
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