Thomas McGrath Poems
|1.||A Coal Fire In Winter||1/15/2015|
|2.||All the Dead Soldiers||5/29/2017|
|4.||Beyond the Red River||5/29/2017|
|5.||Celebration for June 24||5/29/2017|
|8.||from Remembering That Island||5/29/2017|
|9.||Gone Away Blues||1/21/2015|
|10.||Many in the Darkness||5/29/2017|
|12.||Ode for the American Dead in Asia||5/29/2017|
|15.||Such Simple Love||8/8/2015|
|16.||The Buffalo Coat||5/29/2017|
|17.||The Crippled Artist||5/29/2017|
|18.||The Little Odyssey of Jason Quint, of Science, Doctor||5/29/2017|
|19.||The Progress of the Soul||5/29/2017|
|20.||The Topography of History||5/29/2017|
|21.||War Resisters' Song||5/29/2017|
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Such Simple Love
All night long I hear the sleepers toss
Between the darkened window and the wall.
The madman's whimper and the lover's voice,
The worker's whisper and the sick child's call—
Knowing them all
I'd walk a mile, maybe, hearing some cat
Crying its guts out, to throttle it by hand,
Such simple love I had. I wished I might—
Or God might—answer each call in person and
Each poor demand.
Well, I'd have been better off sleeping myself.
These fancies had some sentimental charm,
But love without direction is a cheap blanket
And even if it did no one any ...
Gone Away Blues
Sirs, when you are in your last extremity,
When your admirals are drowning in the grass-green sea,
When your generals are preparing the total catastrophe—
I just want you to know how you can not count on me.
I have ridden to hounds through my ancestral halls,
I have picked the eternal crocus on the ultimate hill,
I have fallen through the window of the highest room,
But don' t ask me to help you 'cause I never will.