Mark Strand
“The Dreadful Has Already Happened&Quot; by Mark Strand

“The Dreadful Has Already Happened&Quot; by Mark Strand

The relatives are leaning over, staring expectantly. They moisten their lips with their tongues. I can feel them urging me on. I hold the baby in the air. Heaps of broken ...

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Xvi by Mark Strand

Xvi by Mark Strand

It is true, as someone has said, that inA world without heaven all is farewell.Whether you wave your hand or not,It is farewell, and if no tears come to your eyesIt is still ...

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Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand

Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand

In a fieldI am the absenceof field.This isalways the case.Wherever I amI am what is missing.When I walkI part the airand alwaysthe air moves in to fill the spaceswhere my body's ...

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The Everyday Enchantment Of Music by Mark Strand

The Everyday Enchantment Of Music by Mark Strand

A rough sound was polished until it became a smoother sound, which was polished until it became music. Then the music was polished until it became the memory of a night in Venice ...

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Lines For Winter by Mark Strand

Lines For Winter by Mark Strand

Tell yourselfas it gets cold and gray falls from the airthat you will go onwalking, hearingthe same tune no matter whereyou find yourself—inside the dome of darkor under the ...

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The Coming Of Light by Mark Strand

The Coming Of Light by Mark Strand

Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up ...

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Eating Poetry by Mark Strand

Eating Poetry by Mark Strand

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.The librarian does not believe what she sees.Her eyes are sadand she walks with her ...

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A Piece Of The Storm by Mark Strand

A Piece Of The Storm by Mark Strand

From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your roomAnd made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking upFrom your ...

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The Remains by Mark Strand

The Remains by Mark Strand

I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets.I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road.At night I turn back the clocks;I open the family album and look at ...

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Mirror by Mark Strand

Mirror by Mark Strand

A white room and a party going onand I was standing with some friendsunder a large gilt-framed mirrorthat tilted slightly forwardover the fireplace.We were drinking whiskeyand ...

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So You Say by Mark Strand

So You Say by Mark Strand

It is all in the mind, you say, and hasnothing to do with happiness. The coming of cold,the coming of heat, the mind has all the time in the world.You take my arm and say ...

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My Life by Mark Strand

My Life by Mark Strand

The huge doll of my body refuses to rise.I am the toy of women. My motherwould prop me up for her friends. "Talk, talk," she would beg.I moved my mouthbut words did not ...

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The End by Mark Strand

The End by Mark Strand

Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem likeWhen he's held by the sea's roar, motionless, there at the ...

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From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand

From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand

Someone was sayingsomething about shadows covering the field, abouthow things pass, how one sleeps towards morningand the morning goes.Someone was sayinghow the wind dies down but ...

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The New Poetry Handbook by Mark Strand

The New Poetry Handbook by Mark Strand

1 If a man understands a poem, he shall have troubles.2 If a man lives with a poem, he shall die lonely.3 If a man lives with two poems, he shall be unfaithful to one.4 If a man ...

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In Celebration by Mark Strand

In Celebration by Mark Strand

You sit in a chair, touched by nothing, feeling the old self become the older self, imagining only the patience of water, the boredom of stone. You think that silence is the ...

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Xvi by Mark Strand

Xvi by Mark Strand

It is true, as someone has said, that inA world without heaven all is farewell.Whether you wave your hand or not,It is farewell, and if no tears come to your eyesIt is still ...

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The Idea by Mark Strand

The Idea by Mark Strand

For us, too, there was a wish to possessSomething beyond the world we knew, beyond ourselves,Beyond our power to imagine, something neverthelessIn which we might see ourselves; ...

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“The Dreadful Has Already Happened&Quot; by Mark Strand

“The Dreadful Has Already Happened&Quot; by Mark Strand

The relatives are leaning over, staring expectantly. They moisten their lips with their tongues. I can feel them urging me on. I hold the baby in the air. Heaps of broken ...

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Breath by Mark Strand

Breath by Mark Strand

When you see themtell them I am still here,that I stand on one leg while the other one dreams, that this is the only way, that the lies I tell them are different from the lies I ...

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The Prediction by Mark Strand

The Prediction by Mark Strand

That night the moon drifted over the pond, turning the water to milk, and under the boughs of the trees, the blue trees, a young woman walked, and for an instantthe future ...

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Coming To This by Mark Strand

Coming To This by Mark Strand

We have done what we wanted.We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry of each other, and we have welcomed griefand called ruin the impossible habit to break.And ...

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The Garden by Mark Strand

The Garden by Mark Strand

It shines in the garden,in the white foliage of the chestnut tree, in the brim of my father's hatas he walks on the gravel.In the garden suspended in time my mother sits in a ...

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The Continuous Life by Mark Strand

The Continuous Life by Mark Strand

What of the neighborhood homes awashIn a silver light, of children hunched in the bushes,Watching the grown-ups for signs of surrender,Signs that the irregular pleasures of ...

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The Midnight Club by Mark Strand

The Midnight Club by Mark Strand

The gifted have told us for years that they want to be lovedFor what they are, that they, in whatever fullness is theirs,Are perishable in twilight, just like us. So they work all ...

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For Jessica, My Daughter by Mark Strand

For Jessica, My Daughter by Mark Strand

Tonight I walked,lost in my own meditation,and was afraid,not of the labyrinththat I have made of love and selfbut of the dark and faraway.I walked, hearing the wind in the ...

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Man And Camel by Mark Strand

Man And Camel by Mark Strand

On the eve of my fortieth birthdayI sat on the porch having a smokewhen out of the blue a man and a camelhappened by. Neither uttered a soundat first, but as they drifted up the ...

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The Couple by Mark Strand

The Couple by Mark Strand

The scene is a midtown station. The time is 3 a.m.Jane is alone on the platform, Humming a requiem.She leans against the tiles. She rummages in her purseFor ...

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My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer by Mark Strand

My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer by Mark Strand

When the moon appearsand a few wind-stricken barns stand outin the low-domed hillsand shine with a lightthat is veiled and dust-filledand that floats upon the fields,my mother, ...

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Old Man Leaves Party by Mark Strand

Old Man Leaves Party by Mark Strand

It was clear when I left the partyThat though I was over eighty I still hadA beautiful body. The moon shone down as it willOn moments of deep introspection. The wind held its ...

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Mystery and Solitude in Topeka by Mark Strand

Mystery and Solitude in Topeka by Mark Strand

Afternoon darkens into evening. A man falls deeper and deeper into the slow spiral of sleep, into the drift of it, the length of it, through what feels like mist, and comes at ...

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The View by Mark Strand

The View by Mark Strand

For Derek WalcottThis is the place. The chairs are white. The table shines.The person sitting there stares at the waxen glow.The wind moves the air around, repeatedly,As if to ...

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The Old Age of Nostalgia by Mark Strand

The Old Age of Nostalgia by Mark Strand

Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imaginedfuture, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love ora passion so strong that one felt altered forever and ...

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When the Vacation is Over for Good by Mark Strand

When the Vacation is Over for Good by Mark Strand

It will be strangeKnowing at last it couldn't go on forever,The certain voice telling us over and overThat nothing would change,And remembering too,Because by then it will all be ...

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Orpheus Alone by Mark Strand

Orpheus Alone by Mark Strand

It was an adventure much could be made of: a walkOn the shores of the darkest known river,Among the hooded, shoving crowds, by steaming rocksAnd rows of ruined huts half buried in ...

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I Had Been A Polar Explorer by Mark Strand

I Had Been A Polar Explorer by Mark Strand

I had been a polar explorer in my youthand spent countless days and nights freezingin one blank place and then another. Eventually,I quit my travels and stayed at home,and there ...

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