FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
66
Sean Sexton
Vision
How do we come to see what we see? The goldfish caught against the intake pipe of the aquarium filter where he struggled for hours unseen, calf slow to rise at the far end of the field, sticks like a warped penny in a slot of your mind as the herd drains through the gate into fresh pasture.
pasture, death, notice
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
68
Sean Sexton
Winter
As if color had been banished from elsewhere, these birds appear
winter, white, birds
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
70
Sean Sexton
Communion
Flashes dance the ceiling over silver trays filled with white cubes, passing through the pews.
communion, church, chickens
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
72
Sean Sexton
Summer Heart
I'll wait all summer, as I have, to feel August's air cross the room rendering ceiling-fans silly, catch the children colds and begin the glacial return of the covers to the pillows.
summer, love, patience
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
73
Sean Sexton
Your Life, Your Death
This is your life, your storehouse of things - the dust, dirt, and mildew your life attracts, on surface of the idle things of your life.
workshop, tools, craft
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
83
Sean Sexton
Elegy for Cathy
Dear Cathy - The very book in which I write wouldn't be in my hands but for your.
death, elegy, memory
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
85
Sean Sexton
Paris Suite
The way here is exacting, requires a certain discomfort and lack of sleep.
artists, history, paris
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
87
Sean Sexton
Insect Poem
Angry little ant - it is your job to bite me, mine to crush you.
ant, bite, crush
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
88
Sean Sexton
Kansas
June, 1996 from the NCBA Young Cattlemen's tour
plains, america, kansas
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
90
Sean Sexton
Woman
Life flows from mighty woman, legs like trees growing from her roots, defying her own gravity of a kind space probes report from other planets (a teaspoonful, the weight of twenty elephants).
woman, attraction, man
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
93
Sean Sexton
Album
In the album, pages of old photographs of lives gone by - that beautiful past with its great future still struggling to arrive. Little did they in the pictures know or forsee us, not as we can look page by page, into the sepia softness and see them:
photos, album, history
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
98
Sean Sexton
To the Organ
To speak this thing, begin with the fundament:
organ, song, orchestra
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
118
Sean Sexton
The World
One thing at a time is what the world says, as I get up for more grits,
world, book, grits
Rough Patches
Deanna Dickinson McCall
FOLK COLL 11 M-67
Deanna Dickinson McCall
Various
essays, stories
Memoirs of a Maverick: Volume One of Three
Roy R. Moore Jr.
COLL 11 M-66 v.1
Roy R. Moore Jr.
memoirs, history
Rough Patches II
Deana Dickinson McCall
FOLK COLL 11 M-72
Deanna Dickinson McCall
Various
essays, stories
Buckaroos of the Great Basin
William Matthews
FOLK COLL 11 M-69
Waddie Mitchell
Random Thoughts of a Buckaroo
When you spend better than a quarter century drawing wages buckarooing and being on crews of them, you tend to have a vast pool of cumulative experience to draw opinions and philosophy from.
buckaroo, dinner, wagon
Sky Humour
Sid Marty
FOLK COLL 11 M-68
9
Sid Marty
Prologue With Restricted Weapon
Now that the moon is a dial Now, when the sky is wired for sound When not even the ground is safe from our kind
poetry, art, sound
Sky Humour
Sid Marty
FOLK COLL 11 M-68
13
Sid Marty
Mountains
To live here is to know the jagged arcs of glory are at war with gravity
mountain, history, nature
Sky Humour
Sid Marty
FOLK COLL 11 M-68
14
Sid Marty
Raven the Imitator
Not nightfall yet; this is the mountainfoot The light is alpenglow, a foreign word when nothing else will do. When no voice but Raven's breaks the silence, why does he choose this human mimicry? - A herder running cattle - hunters driving rough beasts over a piskun
raven, voice, men
Sky Humour
Sid Marty
FOLK COLL 11 M-68
15
Sid Marty
An Arrowhead
It seemed too perfectly wrought to be lost, or found by chance That ivory coloured point shaped for an ancient strife gleamed, in my son's hand
arrowhead, history, lost
Sky Humour
Sid Marty
FOLK COLL 11 M-68
16
Sid Marty
Barbed Wire
My gloves are more aetherial than real reduced to air and ragged leather by wire, writhing on its hooked scales between the posts, pulling the hills together
barbed wire, gloves, tractor
Sky Humour
Sid Marty
FOLK COLL 11 M-68
18
Sid Marty
Justice
Against the lowering sun a hawk like a scarlet moth floats up on the rising air
justice, scenery, music
Sky Humour
Sid Marty
FOLK COLL 11 M-68
19
Sid Marty
The Amulet
It might have been the child's We found her broken skeleton near that pile of bison bones
history, amulet, child
Sky Humour
Sid Marty
FOLK COLL 11 M-68
21
Sid Marty
On Lineham Ledge
The goat believes in the mountain and it often looks down
goat, mountain, cliff