Poems by William Matthews
A Walk
... they keep their swash marks close to home ...
The Cloister
... But because she had opened her heart to me as far ...
The Blues
... afternoon - torpor rising from the river - and listen ...
Well, You Neednt
... Mote, the bad teacher and secret weeper, ...
Onions
... endurance. Its there when you clean up ...
Opening Her Jewel Box
... There used to be two of these earrings ...
Why We Are Truly A Nation
... like a young girl leaving the Church, ...
Job Interview
... DON JUAN, III, 63-4"Where do you see yourself five years from now ...
Homer's Seeing-Eye Dog
... The one about the wine-dark pee I hated instantly ...
Poem (The lump of coal my parents teased)
... "You're on chummy terms with dread,"it reminds me ...
A Poetry Reading At West Point
... what it feels like to be human,"I started, picking my way care- ...
No Return
... too much, and then the boat's nose dives and buttflips up so that the boat points doomily ...
Dire Cure
... Her hair fell out in tufts, her color dulled, she sat laced ...
Misgivings
... Soil doesn't tire of rain, I think,but I know what she fears: plans warp, ...
Mingus At The Showplace
... He glowered at me but didn't look as if he thoughtbad poems were dangerous, the way some poets do ...
