Review:
At The State Mental Hospital
Before The End Of Summer
Burn What You Write
Cherries
Cold Places
Derelicts
The Dream You Drift Into As You Fall Asleep
Dreaming
Early One Sleepless
Fall
Family Life
Happiness
How
I'm Sick
In
In Philadelphia At Two Different Times Olympic Peninsula
Jews
Killing
Last One Out (1)
Last One Out (2)
Late At Night (4)
Late At Night (8)
Late At Night: 1
Late At Night: 10
Late At Night: 2
Late At Night: 3
Late At Night: 5
Late At Night: 6
Late At Night: 7
Late At Night: 9
Loneliness
My Mother Playing Chopin And Dying
Near Mcneil Point
Not For Me
Nothing More
November Woods; For Masao Abe
Orchids
Overnight, 1961
A Place Where I Do Not Even Know Where I Am
Poem
Poem With Two Seasons Right Now
Pond
Rain At Dusk
Reading Charlie's Poems
Returning In Wind And Drizzle To My Home
Russia
Sickness
Snow Squalls
Something Grazes Our Hair
Something Loves Us And Torments Us.
Spain's Forgotten Forest
Starved
Summer Still Life
Tell Me
There
Thinking
To Go Through Life Is To Walk Across A Field
To The Ocean
Two Poems From Frenchman's Bay (1)
Two Poems From Frenchman's Bay (2)
Waiting
What Dreams In The Deepest Sleep
What Some People Say
Where The Shadows Lie
Zen Sequence
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®
From Publishers Weekly:
Probing the depths of consciousness, Marks ( Lines ) delivers a remarkably evocative vision of the transcendent possibilities of the heart and soul. Suffused with poignant feeling, these poems speak, by way of detailing fluctuations in both human nature and in the natural world, of the mysteries of "living and dying," for, according to the poet, "there's no other conversation." In "November Woods," a "Gray sky, mist, the trees black and wet" signal "A day of unknowing, of knowing I do not know, / a day of uncertainty, / the day of my life." Love often brings torment and extreme sadness. The poet touches his lover and feels "a melancholy inside our fingers / like the small rain falling / down past the windows." Yet desire and its fulfillment are somehow ameliorating. In "Cold Places," with the "heaviness of aging" pressing down hard upon the poet, he finds comfort and forgiveness in the sight and scent of his sleeping lover. Marks's imagery is beautifully nuanced and precise, giving readers a primordial sense of the place of the human heart amidst the cycles of nature.
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