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April/May/June entry      [ last modified: 2008-08-02 ]


for links to 1976 Today see Dec. 30 in 2006 archive
a * indicates one of the selected 49 which are in this August 2007 archive 

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April: Year-day 92
   Tomorrow President Ford will arrive          |   presidential visit comments
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April: Year-day 93
   President Ford, I am not on your side          |   more comments
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April: Year-day 94
   The ways I love are dangerous, concealed          |   self-analysis
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April: Year-day 95
   Which hour was it I first learned/ who I am:          |   self-knowledge
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April: Year-day 96
   Closed in this bedroom, the sun hidden west,          |   observations
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April: Year-day 97
   Touch me not; sleepless, I am weak as fluff          |  friendship concern
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April: Year-day 98
   On the average, we American voters          |   commentary about
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April: Year-day 99  *
   When the universe ends, what beyonds?  Hell?          |   questions / response
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April: Year-date 100
   If I weren't forcing myself to make rhymes          |   about writing sonnets
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April: Year-day 101
   Each of us hews a life unknown to us          |   you / I / poems
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April: Year-day 102
   I hate time, having to bend to it,          |   in the ongoing
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April: Year-day 103
   Tomorrow, Jefferson, man of the farms,          |   thinking diversely
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April: Year-day 104
   Relax, it is past time, past time, past time.          |   a view of self
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April: Year-day 105
   Desires--hear them, drumming across your windows--          |   the inside stuff
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April: Year-day 106
   For several days, warm sun without clouds;          |   me and weather
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April: Year-day 107
   Aftermath: warm weather still, a Good Friday          |   reflections on
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April: Year-day 108
   Holy Saturday; I finally finished          |   of me and Ashbery
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April: Year-day 109
   Easter dawn, light strawberry sherbet striped,          |   church quandary
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April: Year-day 110
   In my left forearm an off-and-on ache          |   gifts for the lonely
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April: Year-day 111
   Emerson, man, your courage, verve astound!          |   strength from another
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April: Year-day 112
   To rhyme is to punch the eyes of an owl;          |   out of certain conventions
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April: Year-day 113
   Time crumbles like sand drying in a palm          |   building alone
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April: Year-day 114  *
   O yes, "It is we who wither away,          |   paean to all
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April: Year-day 115
   And so, when Chris Peters came to me smiling          |   Gwendolyn Brooks
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April: Year-day 116
   If we kill each other, do the crows care?          |   hate and love
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April: Year-day 117
   April: turn; turn about: yet sweet; yet cruel:          |   April moods
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April Year-day 118
   What sorrows come upon me with the dawn,          |   lows and highs
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April: Year-day 119
   Conditioned reflex.  A sonnet should rhyme;          |   form and humanness
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April: Year-day 120
   O--give the world away.  We'll buy it back          |   we human fools
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April: Year-day 121
   Lord, when the death frame's near, beam that belief          |   beseeching
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May: Year-day 122
   The self-winding watch of the poem ticks on          |   & feelings and ideas
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May: Year-day 123
   Have you ever felt badly about          |   self-dissatisfaction
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May: Year-day 124
   Confusion pervades.The moral designs          |   balance in making
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May: Year-day 125
   Killing time's one of my proclivities          |   tiredness dreams desires and
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May: Year-day 126
   Passing through, a salesman of pots and pans,          |   fiinding that one
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May: Year-day 127  *
   In Japan, yesterday was children's day.          |   about children
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May: Year-day 128
   Desolate, a dead leaf on a rough rock          |   death metaphors
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May: Year-day 129  *
   So many poems exist, and will/ and will,          |   about all poems and mine
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May: Year-day 130
   Give me the space to forgive myself, Lord,          |   a prayer
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May: Year-day 131  *
   The world is full of recipes I'd just          |   ecologies
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May: Year-day 132
   Stopped to see Tom Montag last night, and learned          |   historizing USA
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May: Year-day 133
   Expansive journals of Lewis and Clark,          |   historical journals
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May: Year-day 134
   It's about time we let those who so hate/          |human attitudes
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May: Year-day 135
   The words: "Rebellion to tyrants is          |   the high and mighty
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May: Year-day 136
   Common knowledge it is/ too often we/          | right inner seeing
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May: Year-day 137
   Their burial mounds:  Bones scattered with bones:          |   what is sacred
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May: Year-day 138
   Cashing in the chips.  It's time to go, take          |   change of heart
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May: Year-day 140
   Oh forget it, man, your life is not here          |   self-flagellation
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May: Year-day 141
   Wake-up calls.  Wake up!  Wake up!  Wake-up calls.          |   imperfection
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May: Year-day 142  *
   Let those of us who can, do: marry, love,          |  thoughts on being human
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May: Year-day 143
   It's amazing how sometimes everything          |   a saving act
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May: Year-day 144
   Peace, amid frustrations: nine days behind.          |   creativity
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May: Year-day 145
   Your have your cross to shoulder; I have mine.          |   empathy
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May: Year-day 146  *
   Death comes in puzzling pieces; also life.          |   life and time
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May: Year-day 147
   The level of my caring sinks and sinks          |   hopelessness
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May: Year-day 148
   Friend, do not talk to me of love and death;          |   request
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May: Year-day 149
   Status?  You gullible--.  Gems.  Gold.  Sit down.          |   status
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May: Year-day 150
   Overcast skies, and from those to earth, fog--          |   the day at hand
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May: Year-day 151
   "Poetry is for the intelligent."          |   personal position
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May: Year-day 152  *
   In the heart of the artichoke, no blood;          |   grateful seeing
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June: Year-day 153
   Esoteric gibberish, foolish talk.          |   about these sonnets
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June: Year-day 154
   Somewhere in the tapestries of the air          |   defining who I am
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June: Year-day 155
   Richard Kostelanetz, your visions splinter          |   message to this R. K.
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June: Year-day 156  *
   Bridal wreath, red maple, sun: West Bend, bright          |   beauty
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June: Year-day 157  *
   Bold Forbes, Elocutionist, Bold Forbes.  Third          |   and H. H. Broun
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June: Year-day 158
   Pentecost.  Anniversary fourteen          |   of mystical importance
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June: Year-day 159
   As many things as I reveal to you          |   what I hide
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June: Year-day 160
   Coincidence has charms that chill my spine          |   and wonder
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June: Year-day 161
   Cartermania.Everbody's gone          |   politics
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June: Year-say 162
   Outside the drapes the glary winds so shiver          |   imaginations
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June: Year-day 163
   A / New Jersey.  Victoria and Swine          |   being alive
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June: Year-day 164
   Anniversary eleven for me          |   consternation
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June: Year-day 165  *
   Early morning: Ohio: the pale clouds stick out          |   moving east
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June: Year-day 166
   The America of business is to          |   spoil the view
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June: Year-day 167
   Ralph, here I am, an ignorant man          |   at Emerson's tomb
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June: Year-day 168  *
   Today I found a core of reference          |   life and a book
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June: Year-day 169  *
   This is a song praising maintenance men,          |   buildings and humans
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June: Year-day 170  *
   Long ride on a slow train.  There just ain't no          |   train ride
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June: Year-day 171
   The trip is over; the trip has just begun.          |   life's journey
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June: Year-day 172
   Death, my friend, is old news I'd like to say          |   reading the end
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June: Year-day 173
   And around me, like water, rushing sun;          |   taking it in and
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June: Year-day 174
   Step out.  The wind will not/ slice off your nose,          |   gentleness 
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June: Year-day 175
   Well, my friend, let's go gather conversations          |   passing words
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June: Year-day 176
   The Joplin and Springfield rainbows trance eyes--          |   questioning fervor
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June: Year-day 177
   The body is a fragile work of wonder          |   reflections
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June: Years-day 178
   To live is to die; to die is to live.          |   giving / loving
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June: Year-day 179
   Sometimes it isn't worth a Teton Dam,          |   nature, and ours
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June: Year-day 180
   As the sun coasts toward the tunnel of green,          |   civilizations
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June: Year-day 181
   More tests; yet more tests.  It's TB perhaps.          |   health problem
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June: Year-day 182
   So, I'm on umber St. John's third floor,         |   health problem
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