Poems by Mark Jarman
Dressing My Daughters
... I’m not their mother, and tangle, then untangle ...
Days of '74
... And held still as the quail lit down beside us ...
Five Psalms
... Who lets us measure the wounded atom, ...
Unholy Sonnet 4
... Out of which comes and into which light goes, ...
Unholy Sonnet 13
... And watched our Godless perfect darkness breed ...
The Children
... They look big to one another, the garden small ...
Interesting Times
... A crow with something dangling from its beak flaps onto a telephone pole top, daintily, ...
Skin Cancer
... Mildew-spreading, spray-laden breezes and the beach sun ...
A.M. Fog
... The three boys and one girl, still in her wetsuit, ...
Unholy Sonnet 11
... And I was wide awake, full of this feeling, ...
After Disappointment
... To fall Asleep, her books arranged above your head, ...
Unholy Sonnet 1
... You Solve nothing but the problems that I set ...
