Selected PoemsLee Gerlach’s Selected Poems is a rigorous culling from the life’s work of a remarkable and prolific poet. Written over a period of fifty years, the poetry of Lee Gerlach is a full spectrum of human expression, vision, and experience. It reflects a wisdom and maturity of character that has been constant during the entire span of Gerlach’s writing career. This selection, chosen by the poet, is the retrospective of a true twentieth-century American original. |
Contents
White Nights in Mission Hills | 1 |
Today I Heard the Late Hermit Thrush | 4 |
Wakemanship | 6 |
1943 | 8 |
Near Port Meadow | 9 |
Sharps Oxford 1 Farndon Road | 11 |
Molior Comes Home | 13 |
Molior to His First Wife | 15 |
Kung Li Writes to His Father | 12 |
Psyche | 14 |
Walking the Shore Thinking of SuShih | 15 |
Wally in the Park | 17 |
Willowrun | 21 |
When I Came to Cerillos and Mádrid New Mexico | i |
Lake Nine | 6 |
Sister Theophila at Fond du Lac | 8 |
Talking of Molior | 17 |
Hermetic V | 19 |
Hermetic VII | 21 |
Hermetic XI | 22 |
The Old Poet at Full Moon | 23 |
Legends | i |
Some Years After | 3 |
Adam | 5 |
After a Long Illness | 7 |
The Birds of Egypt | 9 |
Galisteo New Mexico | 10 |
Later | 12 |
An Oxford Winter | 14 |
Dear Tsvetaeva | xi |
Walking in Snow at Midnight | xiii |
So Why? | xiv |
Autumn Wind | xvi |
Yes | xviii |
Afterword | xxi |
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