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FURTHER READING
Poems by Priscilla Becker
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Poems about Anonymity and Loneliness
"My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His"
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
79
by Joachim du Bellay
Don't Let Me Be Lonely [There was a time]
by Claudia Rankine
Acts of Mind
by Catherine Barnett
Alone
by Maya Angelou
Alone for a Week
by Jane Kenyon
Angel of Duluth [excerpt]
by Madelon Sprengnether
At a Window
by Carl Sandburg
Beyond the Pane
by Greg Hewett
Boston
by Aaron Smith
Danse Russe
by William Carlos Williams
Dear Lonely Animal,
by Oni Buchanan
Demeter in Paris
by Meghan O'Rourke
Donal Óg
by Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory
Drawing from Life
by Reginald Shepherd
Eating Alone
by Li-Young Lee
Found Poem
by Howard Nemerov
Gospel
by Philip Levine
How I Am
by Jason Shinder
How the mind works still to be sure
by Jennifer Denrow
How to See Deer
by Philip Booth
I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone
by Rainer Maria Rilke
I Am!
by John Clare
I'm Nobody! Who are you? (260)
by Emily Dickinson
Isolation: To Marguerite
by Matthew Arnold
Loneliness
by Trumbull Stickney
Mnemosyne
by Trumbull Stickney
Montparnasse
by Ernest Hemingway
Mountain Pines
by Robinson Jeffers
Museum
by Glyn Maxwell
Ode to Solitude
by Alexander Pope
On the Terrace
by Landis Everson
R.I.P., My Love
by Tory Dent
Sex
by Michael Ryan
Skunk Hour
by Robert Lowell
Song of Myself
by John Canaday
Song of Quietness
by Robinson Jeffers
Sonnet V
by Mahmoud Darwish
Sympathy
by Edith Franklin Wyatt
The Creation
by James Weldon Johnson
The Daffodils
by William Wordsworth
The Hermit Goes Up Attic
by Maxine Kumin
The Living Beauty
by W. B. Yeats
The Long Deployment
by Jehanne Dubrow
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T. S. Eliot
The Sleepers
by Walt Whitman
The Suicide
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
the suicide kid
by Charles Bukowski
The Whole World Is Gone
by Jennifer Grotz
This Is a Photograph of Me
by Margaret Atwood
Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Toro
by Sarah Gambito
WHERE?
by Kenneth Patchen
Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
by Walt Whitman
Why Is the Color of Snow?
by Brenda Shaughnessy
Your Catfish Friend
by Richard Brautigan
Poems about Snow
Snow-Bound [The sun that brief December day]
by John Greenleaf Whittier
Balance
by Adam Zagajewski
Cherries in the Snow
by Richard Jones
Dust of Snow
by Robert Frost
Heavy Snowfall in A Year Gone Past
by Laura Jensen
How We Found Our Way
by Matthew Thorburn
Humoresque
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Iowa
by Kate Northrop
It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (311)
by Emily Dickinson
London Snow
by Robert Bridges
On Snow
by James Parton
Snow
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Snow Globe
by Kathy Fagan
Snow Song
by Frank Dempster Sherman
Snow-Flakes
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Snowfall in G Minor
by Marianne Boruch
Snowman
by Gu Cheng
Spring Snow
by Arthur Sze
The Snow Fairy
by Claude McKay
The Snow Man
by Wallace Stevens
The Snow Storm
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Snowdrop
by Anna Bunston De Bary
The Snowfall Is So Silent
by Miguel de Unamuno
Why Is the Color of Snow?
by Brenda Shaughnessy
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White Days

 
by Priscilla Becker

the sun always comes up
               (indisputable,                 
                   unarguable)

     yet some
     days the white 
suffocate lowers           
like snowy exhaust
designed to trick you
into death

these are the days
I like best

the days that justify
solitary confinement,
the laconic breath
of warm tea drifting to meet
earth’s skullcap

                       when I was young
                       you said you were my sun
                               the walls sequestered
                               eternal noon, enclosed
                               forever (standing up)
white days 
wall thick invisible
       companionship

white days
hold sound down,
smell parsnip and
               staple, quilt 
aneurysm, quivering 
pin heads, shivering
paper ridges—
      invitations to
      open the skin
About this poem:
"'White Days' works the subterfuge of white—isolation, asylum, immolation; the symbolic cloud is on your side, and over it."

—Priscilla Becker






Copyright © 2014 by Priscilla Becker. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on February 6, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.
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