Poems by Thom Gunn
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On The Move 'Man, You Gotta Go.'
... That spurts across the field, the wheeling swallows, ...
Considering The Snail
... He moves in a wood of desire,pale antlers barely stirring ...
My Sad Captains
... perfectly embodied, allthe past lapping them like a ...
The Man with Night Sweats
... The pains that will go through me, ...
To Yvor Winters
... Though night is always close, complete negation ...
At the Back of the North Wind
... Passing from summer, climbing down through winter ...
Lament
... In hope still, courteous still, but tired and thin, ...
From the Wave
... Their pale feet curl, they poise their weight ...
The Annihilation of Nothing
... More space than space, over the cloud and slime, ...
To Yvor Winters, 1955
... And in the house there rest, piled shelf on shelf, ...
Moly
... These seem like bristles, and the hide is tough ...
The Antagonism
... Gape gnarled unChristian heads out of whom stream ...
Cat island
... but simply a look at their beauty ...
Painting by Vuillard
... And I think it was whitewashed, in spite of all the shade ...
The Hug
... In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed: ...
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