Two Poems by William Tinto
Awakening in Poesy Town
This morning I rose from my bed,
as if from between the sheets of the New Yorker,
the world random as free verse.
Today the dog walkers...
James Hampton, The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations Millennium General Assembly...
Tossing away sandwiches,
chewing gum, cigarettes,
he made his heaven from wrappers,
commerce’s carapace. Who would discard
the meat of the thing: shake out
the book and bow to
the empty jacket, feed...
Patriotism Reconsidered by Lucinda Marshall
Ed. Note: Another in our series of poems by writers who participated in Arlington Writers Resist.
My anthem is the serenade of birds,
sung without regard for map lines
delineating...
Speaking to the Rain, by Donald Illich
We can speak to the rain,
but it does not say anything to us.
“Why are you so strong?
Why do you want to flood us?”
we ask it. But it...
The Burden of Southern History by W. Perry Epes
As if England and Nature were the same,
At Williamsburg we imitate by culling
Tricorn and lace—it’s Restoration Game!
And out we strut, colonialling,
Having to mincestep Revolution (strayed,
Were Fancy free...
