POEM
Rudman, Mark
POEM Mark Rudman Early Deliveries No One Receives ("The United States and three other nuclear powers negotiating a comprehensive ban on atomic testing would all allow tiny blasts. But they...
...But the water laving the wrought-iron rail of the Saxony Hotel as I cross the cross street has a lovely, lulling, momentarily calming . . . something...
...Walter Bonime Here's wishing the rain had gone on longer, thai the beat of windshield wipers had continued to delight my renegade eye, the goldenrod of taxis gone on to flower against the uniform dun March morning, the facades time dressed in mourning...
...Realm of Unknowing: Meditations on Art, Suicide, and Other Transformations...
...across the red (salmon-pink from (he many washings...
...Because he scorns too much self-concern...
...He is a Guggenheim Fellow for 1996/97...
...And since this rainy moment cannot recur it's transparent that no one coming after us will solve the puzzle of the UPS boxes hurled pell mell by men in brown synthetic outfits onto wet, black asphalt, one marked invoice enclosed, the other, handle with care...
...Rider," which received the National Book Critics Circle Award in Poetry for 1994...
...and " The Millennium Hotel," all four with Wesleyan University Press...
...papyrus of his jersey...
...Here's wishing this pyramid were not attached to the grimpen-tinted van—oblong monolith emblazoned with obsequious gold lettering—: like the bold young boy roller-blading Broadway alone in the ratty dawn, scant trace of a cryptogram "o k w t me" ("don't fuck with me...
...Why pick this boy's silence out ol a crowd...
...Now it comes back, last night's dream: you were disguised as thai blind sage whose detective also had a way of divining patterns in opaque terrain...
...Recognition is everything...
...But so are the boxes, all shapes and all sizes, no two alike!, piling up around the—driverless—truck, whose gilded grid, magisterial from the Equator to the polar cap, is topped by a topmost box topped by a copy of today's New York Times—if my eyes do not betray my sight as I'm forced to squint— ATOMIC BLASTS, Or Atomic Blasts...
...Poet, essayist, and translator, Mark Rudman is the author most recently of: " The Nowhere Steps," a long poem...
...The NewYork Times, March 29, 1995) for Dr...
...And this downpour is blessedly outside introspection's damaged arteries...
...But they disagree on the size that should be permitted...
...1 don't want to end...
Vol. 60 • December 1996 • No. 12
