Long Topo Poems

Farther and more beautiful

On top of the success is more beautiful:
from the top you see yourself further away
It's there that I have many people.
They want to live.

It's Fact: further and more beautiful
the top is further:
it...

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My descent was gradual, sedge meadows with wondrous pink orchid variations visited by never identified damselflies, my head starting to swim; erasing time, giving way to a dark canopied wetland of black spruce, difficult to...

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Warning, if you are under 60 you may not "get" some of these.

Mohammad Ali
taunting with poetry,
his opponents he'd zing
as he danced 'bout the ring.

Graham Kerr "The Galloping Gourmet"
oft with our minds he would play.
Why else...

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From Talkeetna by bush plane to a frozen bog 
under the white gaze of Denali.
“Snow’ll be too soft to land this afternoon,” 
our pilot says. “See you in the morning.”
He points to a wrinkle in...

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Three days and topo, 
Drawn circle to stay 
Within; can’t 
Encounter another.

Three days of solitude
Bare provisions, no tent;
Fruit, jerky, one egg,
Three matches.

The rest of food to find
Mid-summer, Sierra,
Plenty if you know,
Nothing if not.

Night one, little...

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Nome

Dê um nome 
à manhã:
é assim 
será uma manhã que dá
aos olhos abertos
o poder das palavras. 

Essa manhã chegou:
chegou para vestir a voz,
eu, você e toda a gente 
podemos dar à luz
as palavras que fazem...

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Between performers we did know
(Remember Topo Gigio?)
Ed Sullivan would introduce
New acts and sometimes he’d let loose
A revolution from his stage
For viewers of a certain age.

I was among those teens that night
Who watched and screamed in...

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