Michael Palmer

(1943 / Manhattan, New York City, New York)

Michael Palmer Poems

1. The Republic of Dreams 5/27/2015
2. [As if by saying "morning" on January 8th] 4/18/2017
3. Disclosures 4/18/2017
4. False Portrait of D.B. as Niccolò Paganini 4/18/2017
5. [He stopped part way across the field to] 4/18/2017
6. Idem 1 4/18/2017
7. [In the Empire of Light] 4/18/2017
8. Letter 7 4/18/2017
9. Notes for Echo Lake 1 4/18/2017
10. Notes for Echo Lake 4 4/18/2017
11. [The order of islands here] 4/18/2017
12. Prelude 4/18/2017
13. The Project of Linear Inquiry 4/18/2017
14. Prose 22 4/18/2017
15. Prose 31 4/18/2017
16. Recursus 4/18/2017
17. Song of the Round Man 4/18/2017
18. Sonnet: Now I see them 4/18/2017
19. [To learn what to say to unlearn] 4/18/2017
20. Tomb of Baudelaire 4/18/2017
21. Wheel 4/18/2017
22. The Classical Study 4/19/2017
23. The Village of Reason 4/19/2017
24. Construction of the Museum 4/19/2017
25. As a Real House ( S a r a h ' s t h i r d s o n g ) 4/19/2017
26. The White Notebook 4/19/2017
27. Stone 4/19/2017
28. Una Noche 4/19/2017
29. Dream of a Language that Speaks 4/19/2017
30. [Ave manes a specter] 4/19/2017
31. [Chimera, sightless stars have colonized the meadow] 4/19/2017
32. [From the Mercury Fountain, Mahmoud] 4/19/2017
33. So, Alyosha, maybe it is true 4/19/2017
34. From the Mercury Fountain, Mahmoud, 4/19/2017
35. It is the role of the lovers to set fire to the book. 4/19/2017
36. We must count in Babylon. 4/19/2017
37. SAY 4/19/2017
38. What I did not say 4/19/2017
39. Last Request 4/19/2017
40. I Do Not 4/19/2017
Best Poem of Michael Palmer

Sun

Write this. We have burned all their villages

Write this. We have burned all the villages and the people in them

Write this. We have adopted their customs and their manner of dress

Write this. A word may be shaped like a bed, a basket of tears or an X

In the notebook it says, It is the time of mutations, laughter at jokes,
secrets beyond the boundaries of speech

I now turn to my use of suffixes and punctuation, closing Mr. Circle
with a single stroke, tearing the canvas from its wall, joined to her,
experiencing the same thoughts at the same moment, ...

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The Republic of Dreams

She lay so still that
as she spoke

a spider spun a seamless web
upon her body

as we spoke
and then her limbs came loose

one by one
and so my own

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