A Poetry Magazine | 32 Poems » Frank Stanford http://www.32poems.com Sun, 05 Feb 2012 21:07:52 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.5 A Poem That Keeps Calling to You http://www.32poems.com/blog/647/a-poem-that-keeps-calling-to-you http://www.32poems.com/blog/647/a-poem-that-keeps-calling-to-you#comments Sun, 12 Aug 2007 01:00:23 +0000 32poems http://blog.32poems.com/647/a-poem-that-keeps-calling-to-you/ A while back, I wrote about being a Wallace Stevens junkie. I read and re-read one of his poems and would get annoyed if the phone rang when I was in the middle of yet another reading of it.

I stumbled across this old post of mine and wondered (again) what poems we return to as poets.

For me:

Song by Brigit Kelly
Meditation at Lagunitas by Robert Hass
Freedom, Revolt, and Love by Frank Stanford
Goatsucker by Sylvia Plath

Of course, I return to more poems than just this small selection. These are the poems that came to mind tonight.

How about you? What poems do you find inspiring again and again?

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Read on and enjoy the poem. Here’s a link to the Alsop Review web site with links to poems from his books.

…The man and the woman looked at them.

They didn’t say anything.

The man and the woman moved closer to each other,

The round table between them.

The stove was still on and burned the empty pot.

She started to get up.

One of them shot her.

She leaned over the table like a schoolgirl doing her lessons.

She thought about being beside him, being asleep.

They took her long gray socks

Put them over the barrel of a rifle

And shot him….

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