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Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Searching... Author: SILLIMAN, RON Matches Found: 59 Silliman, Ron Poet's Biography 59 poems available by this author 37, A PRIME NUMBER, A BAKED SALMON First Line: 37, a prime number, a baked salmon. In the jargon of boontling ALBANY Poem Text Recitation by Author First Line: If the function of writing is to 'express the world.' my father withheld child Last Line: Want-ads lie strewn on the table Subject(s): Family Life; Conduct Of Life; Social Commentaries; Language Poetry; Relatives CHINESE NOTEBOOK: 1 - 223 First Line: Wayward, we weigh words. Nouns reward objects for meaning. The Last Line: 223. This is it D E MO O Poem Text First Line: This is a test. Last Line: The sun itself demands no explanation, but this cargo cult of nouns sings its own song, its own name Subject(s): Language Poetry FABUR CLUS: 3 First Line: The cat stalks slow %across the cut grass Last Line: The schuykill transformed %into a parking lot %headed east FOR LARRY EIGNER, SILENT First Line: Our endless yawp Last Line: Who can %write in the dark' FUBAR CLUS: 1 First Line: That much drinking %does not come free' Last Line: And he admits %he doesn't know' FUBAR CLUS: 2 First Line: Behind these pictures %I have other pictures' Last Line: Report of a blue bunting %where none should be HE WAS A VISITOR Poem Text First Line: Cast flesh / as the song into the room is cast Subject(s): Conduct Of Life; Books; Reading HIDDEN, SELS. First Line: My ears 'pop' at the hilltop KETJAK, SELS. First Line: Revolving door Last Line: Straight line. Look at that room filled with fleshy babies. We ate them Subject(s): Language Poetry KETJAK: OPENING Poem Text First Line: Revolving door NON Poem Text First Line: Proto-mallie: the flaneur. Last Line: Back panel of greeting cards Subject(s): Language Poetry NON, SELS. OZ, SELS. First Line: Intensifiers of affect, pear-shaped OZ, SELS. First Line: Prosody made that civilization. A spool OZ, SELS. First Line: Forms farm storm's harm PARADISE First Line: Words slip, does type, hand around PARADISE, SELS First Line: When that april with his sure as soot the draft of march has Last Line: What architect planned that shed? QUINDECAGON Recitation by Author Subject(s): Language Poetry SITTING UP, STANDNG, TAKING STEPS Poem Text First Line: High gray sky. A large wood table with only a green bottle of 'white' rhine Last Line: Pair of frye boots. Summer. The sun. High gray sky Subject(s): Language Poetry STORMING WAUMBEC MOUNTAIN BY GOLF CART First Line: Book chosen to read while you drive. Plastic spoon in my pocket Last Line: Even its warmth failing THE NOSE OF KIM DARBY'S DOUBLE Poem Text First Line: Canyons, paths / dug thru the snow Last Line: To cast the first silhouette Subject(s): Driving; Landscape; Language Poetry TJANTING TONER, SELS. First Line: Meet my personality Last Line: Some men thought it hip %to shave sideburns TONER: BRUCEBOOK First Line: Igloo ice bucket used as lunch pail TOUCH ME FIRST Last Line: Where dreams go when we wake. %that other sleep TOWARD AN ANNIVERSARY OF A DROWNING IN THE SENSES First Line: On the deck a sparrow hops unnoticed at the feet of the diners Last Line: Want is to return to the body, preferably yours UNDER [SELECTION] Poem Text First Line: The word as ground, sounded and scratching, etching detail, retching in the throat, crosses a moat o Last Line: Now you're acting just like eliot. Subject(s): Language Poetry UNTITLED First Line: Having %pulled %the %t %shirt %over %my %head Last Line: Great %bug %chorus %of %night %more %audible %upstairs %than %down WHAT Recitation by Author First Line: The flowser semon Subject(s): Language Poetry XX; FROM YOU FOR PAT SILLIMAN First Line: Old stone inn, used by the tories to plot the assault on philadelphia, still Last Line: Boy atop the tall slide, vomiting XXI; FROM YOU FOR PAT SILLIMAN First Line: Smidgens in the glass harass. Moment at which first bird starts to sing Last Line: Plum tree. Ham on foccacio, a bowl of tea. The clouds hung low XXIV; FROM YOU FOR PAT SILLIMAN First Line: She demos the grill by serving 'tater tots,' hot dogs, sausage, in front of the Last Line: Tall trees. Still life (still as the verb). Robin pauses, surveys his lawn XXV; FROM YOU FOR PAT SILLIMAN First Line: In the dream, as a hobby I go downtown to a department store to catch thieves Last Line: Means of description of the alleged problem YOU: PART 1 Poem Text First Line: Hard dreams. The moment at which you recognize that your own death lies Last Line: Outside, a dog is tied to any empty bench, bike chained to the no parking Subject(s): Conduct Of Life; Death; Social Commentaries; Language Poetry; Dead, The YOU: PART 10 Poem Text First Line: Not yet joining letters into words, read the book aloud from memory. Last Line: Of the parking lot, a grey ford taurus wagon, its lights left on, dims Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 12 Poem Text First Line: A guide to the sky under full nondisclosure. Last Line: Maple tree that will not return to life Subject(s): Nature; Language Poetry YOU: PART 18 Poem Text Recitation by Author First Line: P=h=I=l=a=d=e=l=p=h=I=a. Under the dogwood tree, Last Line: Which I might know the bomber. A dream in color. Idea of a road Subject(s): Language Poetry; City & Town Life YOU: PART 19 Poem Text First Line: Moment in which I realize I'm not wearing my glasses. Old stone Last Line: Used to. Dark-toned palette of the x-files Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 20 Poem Text First Line: Old stone inn, used by the tories to plot the assault on Last Line: Developmentally disabled boy atop the tall slide, vomiting Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 21 Poem Text First Line: Smidgens in the glass harass. Moment at which first bird starts to Last Line: Foccacio, a bowl of tea. The clouds hung low Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 22 Poem Text First Line: Small boy in a seaman's cap reminds me suddenly of my own such Last Line: Opes up to the wire fence. Fan rotates slowly over the vacant kitchen Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 23 Poem Text First Line: Sun is in the trees behind which a train rushes north to new york. Last Line: Angels and shadows Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 24 Poem Text First Line: Sun is in the trees behind which a train rushes north to new york. Last Line: Robin pauses, surveys his lawn Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 26 Poem Text Recitation by Author First Line: The breeze sucks the shade into the window's screen. Last Line: Roar of the crickets all through the night Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 27 Poem Text First Line: Driving through completely unfamiliar streets, realizing this will be Last Line: Disappear from the plate in the center of the table Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 28 Poem Text First Line: Squirrel at the thistle sock, fat and gray. White bearded affable Last Line: Dance of the break-up of intimate space. Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 29 Poem Text First Line: Lightning rolling, popping, snapping all across the sky (the whole Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 30 Poem Text First Line: The aggression of toddlers or of squirrels. Theory of naming Last Line: Trunk of tree. Light mottled on the large leaf. Squirrel growls Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 32 Poem Text First Line: To look up at the impossible brightness would be fatal, tall cloud Last Line: The rear view mirror. Bird feeder hangs from the tree Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 36 Poem Text First Line: On his desk, the book of psalms and new testament Last Line: Swamp. Small boy crouches, feeding blades of grass to an appreciative rabbit Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 37 Poem Text First Line: As the pop foul descends from the heavens into the crowd, hands and Last Line: Bright sun just beyond the shadows of this parking structure Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 38 Poem Text Recitation by Author First Line: In the land of the elephants, death transforms the world: a hunter Last Line: Traffic lights blinking signal a malfunction Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 39 Poem Text First Line: Optical dimultiplexer divides data Last Line: Iron butterfly. Sweep. Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 40 Poem Text First Line: In the forest mist, first dawn light is suspended, diffused, shadowless, Last Line: Through the walls (paper thin), the lives of others Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 8 Poem Text First Line: Readers of the lost art. Monster with an eye in its mouth (body of a rocket Last Line: Crocodile puts on her coat and goes to work Subject(s): Language Poetry YOU: PART 9 Poem Text Subject(s): Language Poetry ZYXT [SELECTION] Poem Text First Line: The hand without its palm would be nothing Last Line: Involuntary discourse Subject(s): Language Poetry |
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