Jeff Guess

Tintern Abbey Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798 (Lines...

(From) The Dead - The Dubliners A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched...

Song at the Beginning of Autumn Now watch this autumn that arrives In smells, all looks like summer still; Colours are quite unchanged,...

Robin Adair What's this dull town to me? Robin's not near: What was't I wish'd to see? What wish'd to hear? Where's all the joy and...

Daybreak: the household slept. I rose, blessed by the sun. A horny fiend, I crept out with my father's gun. Let him dream of a child...

The End of the Weekend A dying firelight slides along the quirt Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans Against my father's books. The...

Slips The studied poverty of a moon roof, The earthenware of dairies cooled by apple trees, The apple tree that makes the whitest wash ....

The Scent of Eucalyptus In the early 1980s I approached Barbara Hanrahan with a suite of poems Mary’s Plea: A cycle of poems for...

Sunlight on the Garden The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold; When all is...

MacArthur Park Spring was never waiting for us, girl It ran one step ahead As we followed in the dance Between the parted pages and were...