Thom Gunn

(29 August 1929 – 25 April 2004 / England)

Thom Gunn Poems

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

Comments about Thom Gunn

  • Kamiel Chè Kamiel Chè (5/20/2018 7:52:00 AM)

    Wonderfully tender poem about a loving embrace, one of the finest gestures we can make to show each other our love. I discuss this poem on my site kamiel.creativechoice.org

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Best Poem of Thom Gunn

The Hug

It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
Half of the night with our old friend
Who'd showed us in the end
To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.
Already I lay snug,
And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.

I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,
Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:
Your instep to my heel,
My shoulder-blades against your chest.
It was not sex, but I could feel
The whole strength of your body set,
Or braced, to mine,
And locking me to you
As if we were still twenty-two
When our ...

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Painting By Vuillard

Two dumpy women with buns were drinking coffee
In a narrow kitchen—at least I think a kitchen
And I think it was whitewashed, in spite of all the shade.
They were flat brown, they were as brown as coffee.
Wearing brown muslin? I really could not tell.
How I loved this painting, they had grown so old
That everything had got less complicated,
Brown clothes and shade in a sunken whitewashed kitchen.

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