John Knoepfle

notebook poem #5 and now november what was decided has been decided pray for the dead © John Knoepfle 2004

notebook poem #4 we make the best of what we can given how grave the times are all the pumpkins are smiling © John Knoepfle 2004

notebook poem #3 bush league patriotism artificial flags engimatic breeze © John Knoepfle 2004

notebook poem #2 he wrote the worlds greatest poem everybody threw up © John Knoepfle 2004

notebook poem #1 what is there to say the athlete grown old he is still the athlete no need for garlands need for purpose something beyond old photographs © John Knoepfle 2004

fall night stars in their dormitories they are like students even when they are awake they are asleep © John Knoepfle 2003, 2004

sandalwood poem #20   it was the marriage day some forty-seven years now and out beyond my window an amazement of christmas snow cottonwood tree sudden with frost I remember when we left the church our morning hesitant with snowflakes and some of them caught in her hair the dark innocence of her hair © […]

sandalwood poem #19 ravens in the blue ridge the james running east for tidewater I thought west then a man backtracking his wonder charlestown below the hawks nest the kanawha softened in a gauze of mist and the valley that broad ohio of my dreaming you were there even before I came my campfire in […]

sandalwood poem #18 I am drained like a shadow like sunlight dancing on a sacred river cracked bones and dust the earth floods now and is sweetened old sprinkler man comes home returned from some thought brooding cavern released from some bandit hour a fall of dew a fragrance of rosemary mysterious flowers scattered on […]

sandalwood poem #17 I circle this table I do not come back to the place where I began though I want to say that I do perhaps you are the one who is constant really a red warning light that never changes I want to go a long way where I will find myself not […]

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, 2004

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 servants of the grain this one only planet swung out in space whirling in clouds this soft and blue lovely light our luminous […]