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The term "baby death poetry" has been searched for 58 times on the American Poems site since April 4th, 2006.
Search Results: 1 poets and 25 poems matched this query.
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1. Baby Vamps - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 2847 times on American Poems.
BABY vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
Are the new soda parlors worse than the old time saloons?
Baby vamps, do you have jobs in the day time or is this all you do? do you come out only at night?
In the winter at the skating rinks, in... (Read full poem)
2. Thing Language - written by Jack Spicer
Read 1521 times on American Poems.
This ocean, humiliating in its disguises
Tougher than anything.
No one listens to poetry. The ocean
Does not mean to be listened to. A drop
Or crash of water. It means
Nothing.
It
Is bread and butter
Pepper and salt. The death
That young men hope... (Read full poem)
3. The Pattern - written by Russell Edson
Read 1366 times on American Poems.
A women had given birth to an old man.
He cried to have again been caught in the pattern.
Oh well, he sighed as he took her breast to his mouth.
The woman is happy to have her baby, even if it is old.
Probably it got mislaid in the baby... (Read full poem)
4. The Secret Of Poetry - written by Jon Anderson
Read 1311 times on American Poems.
When I was lonely, I thought of death.
When I thought of death I was lonely.
I suppose this error will continue.
I shall enter each gray morning
Delighted by frost, which is death,
& the trees that stand alone in mist.
When I met my wife I... (Read full poem)
5. dying is fine)but Death - written by e.e. cummings
Read 37697 times on American Poems.
dying is fine)but Death
?o
baby
i
wouldn't like
Death if Death
were
good:for
when(instead of stopping to think)you
begin to feel of it,dying
's miraculous
why?be
cause dying is
perfectly natural;perfectly
putting
it mildly... (Read full poem)
6. Poem To Poetry - written by Bill Knott
Read 5643 times on American Poems.
Poetry,
you are an electric,
a magic, field--like the space
between a sleepwalker's outheld arms!(Read full poem)
7. April 19 - written by David Lehman
Read 2905 times on American Poems.
We have too much exhibitionism
and not enough voyeurism
in poetry we have plenty of bass
and not enough treble, more amber
beer than the frat boys can drink but
less red wine than meets the lip
in this beaker of the best Bordeaux,
too much thesis,... (Read full poem)
8. Poetry Is A Kind Of Lying - written by Jack Gilbert
From Monolithos.
Published in 1962.
Read 4512 times on American Poems.
Poetry is a kind of lying,
necessarily. To profit the poet
or beauty. But also in
that truth may be told only so.
Those who, admirably, refuse
to falsify (as those who will not
risk pretensions) are excluded
from saying even so much.
Degas said he... (Read full poem)
9. The Crying Room - written by Lee Upton
Read 540 times on American Poems.
The church had a crying room—
up at the opposite side of the altar.
Good for the baby.
It was glass on all sides like a tank.
A microphone brought in the priest’s voice.
From the crying room we could see
how things happened backstage:
someone... (Read full poem)
10. August 15 - written by David Lehman
Read 975 times on American Poems.
My new Web site is dropdead.com
It's interactive you get to choose how
you'll die, where, and at what age
and it'll still come as a complete
surprise to you I guarantee
but let's not get morbid it's a game
it's more fun than bullshit.com and a lot... (Read full poem)
11. The Poet's Corner - written by Laura Riding Jackson
Read 1990 times on American Poems.
Here where the end of bone is no end of song
And the earth is bedecked with immortality
In what was poetry
And now is pride beside
And nationality,
Here is a battle with no bravery
But if the coward's tongue has gone
Swording his own lusty... (Read full poem)
12. Short Order - written by Charles Bukowski
Read 3940 times on American Poems.
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading,
she said.
yes, yes? I asked.
she's young and pretty, she said.
and? I asked.
she hated your
guts.
then she stretched out on the couch
and pulled off her
boots.
I don't have very good legs,
she... (Read full poem)
13. (End) of Summer (1966) - written by Bill Knott
Read 1285 times on American Poems.
I'm tired of murdering children.
Once, long ago today, they wanted to live;
now I feel Vietnam the place
where rigor mortis is beginning to set-in upon me.
I force silence down the throats of mutes,
down the throats of mating-cries of animals who... (Read full poem)
14. Dream On - written by James Tate
Read 10924 times on American Poems.
Some people go their whole lives
without ever writing a single poem.
Extraordinary people who don't hesitate
to cut somebody's heart or skull open.
They go to baseball games with the greatest of ease.
and play a few rounds of golf as if it were... (Read full poem)
15. Little Brown Baby - written by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Read 2621 times on American Poems.
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.
What you been doin', suh -- makin' san' pies?
Look at dat bib -- you's es du'ty ez me.
Look at dat mouf -- dat's merlasses, I bet;
Come hyeah, Maria, an'... (Read full poem)
16. The Hangman at Home - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 3171 times on American Poems.
WHAT does the hangman think about
When he goes home at night from work?
When he sits down with his wife and
Children for a cup of coffee and a
Plate of ham and eggs, do they ask
Him if it was a good day’s work
And everything went well or do... (Read full poem)
17. Mingus At The Showplace - written by William Matthews
Read 581 times on American Poems.
I was miserable, of course, for I was seventeen
and so I swung into action and wrote a poem
and it was miserable, for that was how I thought
poetry worked: you digested experience shat
literature. It was 1960 at The Showplace, long since
defunct,... (Read full poem)
18. Hey Baby - written by Maggie Estep
Read 2262 times on American Poems.
Liner Notes - (from No More Mister Nice Girl)
I was having a foul day. Some
geezer harrassed me on the street and I got completely bent out of shape,
but the guy was huge so I just stuffed my retort. Went home to drink
coffee. No milk. I... (Read full poem)
19. The Poet - written by Delmore Schwartz
Published in 1954.
Read 1668 times on American Poems.
The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry
His power is his left hand
It is idle weak and precious
His poverty is his wealth, a wealth which may destroy him
like Midas Because it is that laziness which is a form of impatience
And this... (Read full poem)
20. After Auschwitz - written by Anne Sexton
Read 5841 times on American Poems.
Anger,
as black as a hook,
overtakes me.
Each day,
each Nazi
took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby
and sauteed him for breakfast
in his frying pan.
And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail.
Man is evil,
I say... (Read full poem)
22. Saturday At The Border - written by Hayden Carruth
From Scrambled Eggs & Whiskey: Poems 1991-1995.
Read 1907 times on American Poems.
"Form follows function follows form . . . , etc."
--Dr. J. Anthony Wadlington
Here I am writing my first villanelle
At seventy-two, and feeling old and tired--
"Hey, Pops, why dontcha give us the old death knell?"--
And... (Read full poem)
23. Baby Face - written by Carl Sandburg
From Cornhuskers.
Published in 1918.
Read 3208 times on American Poems.
WHITE MOON comes in on a baby face.
The shafts across her bed are flimmering.
Out on the land White Moon shines,
Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows,
All silver to slow twisted shadows
Falling across the long road that runs from the... (Read full poem)
24. The Death Baby - written by Anne Sexton
Read 6553 times on American Poems.
1. DREAMS
I was an ice baby.
I turned to sky blue.
My tears became two glass beads.
My mouth stiffened into a dumb howl.
They say it was a dream
but I remember that hardening.
My sister at six
dreamt nightly of my death:
"The baby turned to... (Read full poem)
25. Dream Song 131: Come touch me baby in his waking dream - written by John Berryman
From His Toy, His Dream, His Rest.
Published in 1968.
Read 977 times on American Poems.
Come touch me baby in his waking dream
disordered Henry murmured. I'll read you Hegel
and that will hurt your mind
I can't remember when you were unkind
but I will clear that block, I'll set you on fire
along with our babies
to save them... (Read full poem)
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