Poems by Frank Bidart
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Adolescence
... what he was doing was something I'd alwayscrave in later life, just as he did ...
Dark Night
... ceased and left me, forgotten in the grave of forgotten lilies ...
Herbert White
... under me, a little girl was just lying there in the mud:and I knew I couldn't have done that,-- ...
California Plush
... And I can't not think of the remorse of Oedipus,who tries to escape, to expiate the past ...
For The Twentieth Century
... ..Callas, Laurel & Hardy, Szigetiyou are alive again,the slow movement of K ...
Guilty Of Dust
... *then the voice in my head saidWHETHER YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVEOR LIVE IN DIVIDED CEASELESS ...
Homo Faber
... Whatever lies still uncarried from the abyss within ...
If I Could Mourn Like A Mourning Dove
... two weeks before you died inpain worn out, after my usual casual sign-off ...
Love Incarnate
... He ate it submissively, as if afraid as LOVE wept ...
Overheard Through The Walls Of The Invisible City
... tion.Until telling those who swarm around him begins again(we are the wheel to which we are bound) ...
Self-Portrait, 1969
... .. Once, instead, ...
To The Dead
... owly and shakily sobered up,sick, throbbing with remorse and self-loathing,insight like ashes: clung ...
If? See No End In Is
... The prospect is mixed but elsewhere the forecast is no ...
The Return
... — one showed where Varus received his first wound, and ...
Golden State
... I quit the ciggeretts but went through ten days of hell quitting and my back had been giving me hell ...
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