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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mark Jarman
Mark Jarman
Mark Jarman was born June 5, 1952, in Mount Sterling, Kentucky. He earned a B.A. from the University of California, Santa Cruz, in 1974 and an M.F.A. from the University of Iowa...
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Poems About Fathers
Blood
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Daddy
by Sylvia Plath
Deer Hit
by Jon Loomis
Do not go gentle into that good night
by Dylan Thomas
Father Outside
by Nick Flynn
Father's Song
by Gregory Orr
Grief Calls Us to the Things of This World
by Sherman Alexie
Inventing Father In Las Vegas
by Lynn Emanuel
Man of the Year
by Robin Becker
my father moved through dooms of love
by E. E. Cummings
My Father on His Shield
by Walt McDonald
My Father's Hat
by Mark Irwin
My Papa's Waltz
by Theodore Roethke
Parents
by William Meredith
Poems about Fathers
The Idea of Ancestry
by Etheridge Knight
Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Whose Mouth Do I Speak With
by Suzanne Rancourt
With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach
by William Stafford
Working Late
by Louis Simpson
Yesterday
by W. S. Merwin
Poems About Hell
Inferno, Canto XIV
by Dante Alighieri
A Myth of Devotion
by Louise Glück
A Season in Hell
by Arthur Rimbaud
Canto XIV
by Ezra Pound
from The Aeneid ["First, the sky and the earth"]
by Virgil
Hades' Pitch
by Rita Dove
Hellish Night
by Arthur Rimbaud
How Can It Be I Am No Longer I
by Lucie Brock-Broido
I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra
by Ishmael Reed
Medusa
by Patricia Smith
Orfeo
by Jack Spicer
Proverbs of Hell
by William Blake
Silence Raving
by Clayton Eshleman
Slim Greer in Hell
by Sterling A. Brown
Strange Meeting
by Wilfred Owen
Styx
by Dana Levin
The Bistro Styx
by Rita Dove
The Philosophy of Pitchforks
by Sue Owen
The Pomegranate
by Eavan Boland
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Descriptions of Heaven and Hell  
by Mark Jarman
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The wave breaks

And I'm carried into it.
This is hell, I know,
Yet my father laughs,
Chest-deep, proving I'm wrong.
We're safely rooted,
Rocked on his toes.

Nothing irked him more
Than asking, "What is there
Beyond death?"
His theory once was
That love greets you,
And the loveless
Don't know what to say.



From The Rote Walker, published by Carnegie-Mellon University Press, 1981. Copyright © 1981 by Mark Jarman. All rights reserved. Used with permission.


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February 1, 2008
AWP Conference, Hilton Hotel, New York City
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