Poetry | Thursday, August 26,2004

Knoepfle 8-26-04

sandalwood poem #l6 always in your loving there is so much sorrow there is the wind uncertain in the crowns of summer maple there is the everlasting conciliation of the tides © John Knoepfle 1978,

Poetry | Thursday, August 19,2004

Knoepfle 8-19-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #15 it is an indirect suggestion the burgundy sun slipping under this level prairie and all this earth old valleys pensive tides of its women motions of wounds nations enduring ser

Poetry | Thursday, August 12,2004

Knoepfle 8-12-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #14 where we have gone into our hidden selves we do not need to find each other at home in that country or bother to know what we know those beloved things fa

Poetry | Thursday, August 5,2004

Knoepfle 8-5-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #13 this house is old it has known kindred and at the suppers candles and some who spoke in those lights far away in their truth it has known many children I think with their soft

Poetry | Thursday, July 29,2004

Knoepfle 7-29-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #12 mouth is a good place for keeping the tongue hidden mockingbirds they don't dance in a ring like mushrooms a presence wraps us around why should it echo anything but silenc

Poetry | Thursday, July 22,2004

Knoepfle 7-22-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #11 I offered you ten meadows of fireflies you gave me one box of sandalwood © John Knoepfle 1978, 2004

Poetry | Thursday, July 15,2004

Knoepfle 7-15-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #10 house wind sleep we do not raise our voices you hand me down my body © John Knoepfle 1978, 2004

Poetry | Thursday, July 8,2004

Knoepfle 7-8-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #9 when you go to jerusalem I will climb up your golden hair when the spell is broken you will see me as I am © John Knoepfle 1978, 2004

Poetry | Thursday, July 1,2004

Knoepfle 7-1-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #8 the hall mirror be kind to it believe in it it will tell you what I have seen © John Knoepfle 1978, 2004

Poetry | Thursday, June 24,2004

Knoepfle 6-24-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #7 I would build a nest in your ribs I would quarrel in your eyes I would fly out of your mouth and strike down death for you sparrow a dry wind has parched this