Stephen Dunn Poems
|1.||Charlotte Bronte in Leeds Point||6/2/2015|
|2.||At The Smithville Methodist Church||7/23/2015|
|4.||Allegory of the Cave||9/18/2015|
|5.||Essay On The Personal||6/1/2016|
|8.||What Goes On||6/8/2015|
|9.||Always Something More Beautiful||12/1/2015|
|10.||The Metaphysicians Of South Jersey||12/21/2015|
|11.||Here And Now||12/1/2014|
|12.||To A Terrorist||2/13/2015|
|13.||The Routine Things Around The House||12/17/2014|
Comments about Stephen Dunn
How many years I must have yearned
for someone's lips against mind.
Pheromones, newly born, were floating
between us. There was hardly any air.
She kissed me again, reaching that place
that sends messages to toes and fingertips,
then all the way to something like home.
Some music was playing on its own.
Nothing like a woman who knows
to kiss the right thing at the right time,
then kisses the things she's missed.
How had I ever settled for less?
I was thinking this is intelligence,
this is the wisest tongue
since the Oracle got into a ...