Poems about Living and Human Experience

Year

2011
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I am living. I remember you...

From "What the Living Do" by Marie Howe

When I have no means fortune
Is my means. When I have
Nothing, death will be my fortune...

From "Samurai Song" by Robert Pinsky

As when, after bathing, one walks out into the rain.
One idea may hide another: Life is simple...

From "One Train May Hide Another" by Kenneth Koch


More poems about Living and Human Experience:

August, 1953
by David Wojahn
A nurse gathers up the afterbirth. My mother...
Coda
by Marilyn Hacker
Maybe it was jet lag, maybe not...
Daily Life
by Susan Wood
A parrot of irritation sits...
Difficult Body
by Mark Wunderlich
A story: There was a cow in the road, struck by a semi...
Elegy in Joy [excerpt]
by Muriel Rukeyser
We tell beginnings: for the flesh and the answer...
First Things to Hand
by Robert Pinsky
In the skull kept on the desk...
How to Uproot a Tree
by Jennifer K. Sweeney
Stupidity helps...
Insomnia
by Alicia Suskin Ostriker
But it's really fear you want to talk about...
Little Night Prayer
by Péter Kántor
Lord, I'm tired...
Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus [excerpt]
by Denise Levertov
Praise the wet snow...
On Living
by Nazim Hikmet
Living is no laughing matter...
One Train May Hide Another
by Kenneth Koch
In a poem, one line may hide another line...
Samurai Song
by Robert Pinsky
When I had no roof I made...
Tear It Down
by Jack Gilbert
We find out the heart only by dismantling what...
The Layers
by Stanley Kunitz
I have walked through many lives...
The Secret
by Denise Levertov
Two girls discover...
Thrown as if Fierce & Wild
by Dean Young
You don’t have a clue, says the power drill...
What Wild-Eyed Murderer
by Peter Meinke
We shouldn’t worship suffering: the world's...
Where I Live
by Maxine Kumin
is vertical...
Yellow Beak
by Stephen Dobyns
A man owns a green parrot with a yellow beak...
What the Living Do
by Marie Howe
Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there...