Thom Gunn

(29 August 1929 – 25 April 2004 / England)

Thom Gunn Poems

1. Duncan 8/29/2014
2. Lament 8/29/2014
3. Baby Song 12/3/2014
4. In Trust 8/29/2014
5. Tamer And Hawk 8/29/2014
6. Moly 8/29/2014
7. For A Birthday 12/3/2014
8. Painting By Vuillard 1/3/2003
9. To Yvor Winters 1/3/2003
10. A Map Of The City 11/12/2005
11. The Dump 1/3/2003
12. The Butcher's Son 1/3/2003
13. Black Jackets 11/12/2005
14. From The Wave 11/7/2005
15. Still Life 1/3/2003
16. Cat Island 1/3/2003
17. My Sad Captains 1/13/2003
18. Considering The Snail 1/3/2003
19. The Hug 1/3/2003
20. On The Move 'Man, You Gotta Go.' 1/13/2003
21. The Man With Night Sweats 1/3/2003
22. Street Song 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Thom Gunn

Street Song

I am too young to grow a beard
But yes man it was me you heard
In dirty denim and dark glasses.
I look through everyone who passes
But ask him clear, I do not plead,
Keys Lids acid and speed.

My grass is not oregano.
Some of it grew in Mexico.
You cannot guess the weed I hold,
Clara Green, Acapulco Gold,
Panama Red, you name it man,
Best on the street since I began.

My methedrine, my double-sun,
Will give you too lives in your one,
Five days of power before you crash.
At which time use these lumps of hash
- They burn so sweet, they smoke ...

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Considering The Snail

The snail pushes through a green
night, for the grass is heavy
with water and meets over
the bright path he makes, where rain
has darkened the earth's dark. He
moves in a wood of desire,

pale antlers barely stirring
as he hunts. I cannot tell

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