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The term "back of a wooden chair" has been searched for 31 times on the American Poems site since February 27th, 2006.
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1. Manufactured Gods - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 1455 times on American Poems.
THEY put up big wooden gods.
Then they burned the big wooden gods
And put up brass gods and
Changing their minds suddenly
Knocked down the brass gods and put up
A doughface god with gold earrings.
The poor mutts, the pathetic slant heads,
They... (Read full poem)
2. The Wooden Toy - written by Charles Simic
Published in 1997.
Read 2872 times on American Poems.
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The brightly-painted horse
Had a boy's face,
And four small wheels
Under his feet,
Plus a long string
To pull him by this way and that
Across the floor,
Should you care to.
A string in-waiting
That slipped away
In many wiles
From each and every... (Read full poem)
3. The Only Day In Existence - written by Billy Collins
Read 2596 times on American Poems.
The early sun is so pale and shadowy,
I could be looking up at a ghost
in the shape of a window,
a tall, rectangular spirit
looking down at me in bed,
about to demand that I avenge
the murder of my father.
But the morning light is only the first... (Read full poem)
4. Two Strangers Breakfast - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel.
Published in 1922.
Read 1728 times on American Poems.
THE LAW says you and I belong to each other, George.
The law says you are mine and I am yours, George.
And there are a million miles of white snowstorms, a million furnaces of hell,
Between the chair where you sit and the chair where I sit.
The law... (Read full poem)
5. Smoke - written by Carl Sandburg
From Cornhuskers.
Published in 1918.
Read 1733 times on American Poems.
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers.
Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, guns and ships broken, cities burned, villages sent up in smoke, and children where cows are killed off amid hoarse barbecues vanish like finger-rings... (Read full poem)
6. Marina - written by Charles Bukowski
Read 2301 times on American Poems.
majestic, majic
infinite
my little girl is
sun
on the carpet-
out the door
picking a flower, ha!
an old man,
battle-wrecked,
emerges from his
chair
and she looks at me
but only sees
love,
ha!, and I become
quick with the world
and love right... (Read full poem)
7. The Hideous Chair - written by Erin Belieu
Read 912 times on American Poems.
This hideous,
upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed
in places, design possibility
for the future canned ham.
Its genius
wonderful, circa I993.
I've assumed a great many things:
the perversity of choices, affairs
I did or did not... (Read full poem)
9. Old Man Rocking In the Chair - written by Joseph Mayo Wristen
From Just a Dancing Bear Looking for a Star.
Published in 2000.
Read 2654 times on American Poems.
Old man rocking in his chair
night taking from the day
tomorrows haze.
This morning his life to bay.
The walk we take
through Alfalfa fields,
rough in wind bent face trees.
A hive of honey,
the leaves falling in the wind
a wet sky the light... (Read full poem)
10. Messy Room - written by Shel Silverstein
From A Light in the Attic.
Published in 1981.
Read 397543 times on American Poems.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on... (Read full poem)
11. Archibald's Example - written by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Read 1567 times on American Poems.
Old Archibald, in his eternal chair,
Where trespassers, whatever their degree,
Were soon frowned out again, was looking off
Across the clover when he said to me:
“My green hill yonder, where the sun goes down
Without a scratch, was once... (Read full poem)
12. Music Swims Back To Me - written by Anne Sexton
Read 7957 times on American Poems.
Wait Mister. Which way is home?
They turned the light out
and the dark is moving in the corner.
There are no sign posts in this room,
four ladies, over eighty,
in diapers every one of them.
La la la, Oh music swims back to me
and I can feel the tune... (Read full poem)
13. Small Wire - written by Anne Sexton
Read 2413 times on American Poems.
My faith
is a great weight
hung on a small wire,
as doth the spider
hang her baby on a thin web,
as doth the vine,
twiggy and wooden,
hold up grapes
like eyeballs,
as many angels
dance on the head of a pin.
God does not need
too much wire to keep... (Read full poem)
14. Robinson - written by Weldon Kees
Read 881 times on American Poems.
The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone.
His act is over. The world is a gray world,
Not without violence, and he kicks under the grand piano,
The nightmare chase well under way.
The mirror from Mexico, stuck to the wall,
Reflects nothing at... (Read full poem)
15. Father - written by Philip Levine
Read 1073 times on American Poems.
The long lines of diesels
groan toward evening
carrying off the breath
of the living.
The face of your house
is black,
it is your face, black
and fire bombed
in the first street wars,
a black tooth planted in the earth
of Michigan
and... (Read full poem)
16. Mal Agueros - written by Nick Carbo
Read 625 times on American Poems.
If you come to Mojacar
and peel open an orange full of worms,
count how many there are because
those are the days it will take for your body
to decompose after you are buried.
If you come to Mojacar
and find a small green snake with its... (Read full poem)
17. Wallflower - written by Anne Sexton
Read 4533 times on American Poems.
Come friend,
I have an old story to tell you—
Listen.
Sit down beside me and listen.
My face is red with sorrow
and my breasts are made of straw.
I sit in the ladder-back chair
in a corner of the polished stage.
I have forgiven all the old... (Read full poem)
18. The Arrival Of The Bee Box - written by Sylvia Plath
From The Collected Poems.
Published in 1962.
Read 8627 times on American Poems.
I ordered this, clean wood box
Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.
I would say it was the coffin of a midget
Or a square baby
Were there not such a din in it.
The box is locked, it is dangerous.
I have to live with it overnight
And I... (Read full poem)
19. The Dark and the Fair - written by Stanley Kunitz
Read 705 times on American Poems.
A roaring company that festive night;
The beast of dialectic dragged his chains,
Prowling from chair to chair is the smoking light,
While the snow hissed against the windowpanes.
Our politics, our science, and our faith
Were whiskey on the... (Read full poem)
20. The Concert - written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Read 2147 times on American Poems.
No, I will go alone.
I will come back when it's over.
Yes, of course I love you.
No, it will not be long.
Why may you not come with me?—
You are too much my lover.
You would put yourself
Between me and song.
If I go alone,
Quiet and suavely... (Read full poem)
21. A Negro Love Song - written by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Read 3172 times on American Poems.
Seen my lady home las' night,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Hel' huh han' an' sque'z it tight,
Jump back, honey, jump back.
Hyeahd huh sigh a little sigh,
Seen a light gleam f'om huh eye,
An' a smile go flittin' by --
Jump back,... (Read full poem)
22. An old life - written by Donald Hall
Read 2177 times on American Poems.
Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
I broomed snow off the car
and drove to the Kearsarge Mini-Mart
before Amy opened
to yank my Globe out of the... (Read full poem)
23. Flames - written by Billy Collins
Read 8133 times on American Poems.
Smokey the Bear heads
into the autumn woods
with a red can of gasoline
and a box of wooden matches.
His ranger's hat is cocked
at a disturbing angle.
His brown fur gleams
under the high sun
as his paws, the size
of catcher's mitts,
crackle into... (Read full poem)
24. In Childhood - written by Kimiko Hahn
Published in 2002.
Read 1922 times on American Poems.
things don't die or remain damaged
but return: stumps grow back hands,
a head reconnects to a neck,
a whole corpse rises blushing and newly elastic.
Later this vision is not True:
the grandmother remains dead
not hibernating in a wolf's belly.... (Read full poem)
25. The Elementary Scene - written by Randall Jarrell
Read 1045 times on American Poems.
Looking back in my mind I can see
The white sun like a tin plate
Over the wooden turning of the weeds;
The street jerking --a wet swing--
To end by the wall the children sang.
The thin grass by the girls' door,
Trodden on, straggling,... (Read full poem)
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