Category Archives: Barbara Guest

Anything by or having to do with American poet Barbara Guest (1920-2006)

Approximately seven minutes about men and women

Posted on May 18, 2008 by James Steerforth

Men and women shout at each other in America, Africa, Asia, Australia and even Europe. They kiss each other, smile at each other, flirt with each other, hurt each other anywhere anytime. They multiply and curse each other, they divide … Continue reading →

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May

Posted on May 15, 2008 by James Steerforth

Only sleeting rain after sun after sun after buttercups in the fields after bright yellow bright green – James Steerforth ( © 2008 ) Hardly symbolic, or is it? Yet it was born in response to Totally Optional Prompts’ request … Continue reading →

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August rain

Posted on August 9, 2007 by James Steerforth

A sneeze of rain again this morning The kind to take you to leafy plants, dark, saturated green, with rain drops rolling off like pearls, and you down there, small, in shelter under leafy plants, up to your knees in … Continue reading →

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Amaryllis, favorite daughter

Posted on February 24, 2007 by James Steerforth

“Amaryllis, favorite daughter, I miss those long ago hours we shared, our mutual whis- perings and field and town delights. I pray soon you will answer my letter so that this separation may find its fixity in the space dividing … Continue reading →

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Poetry & time

Posted on February 23, 2007 by James Steerforth

Without shyness or formality: “a gesture of allowing oneself time“ – Barbara Guest (from “Rocks on a Platter,” 1999)

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King Flour

Posted on February 14, 2007 by James Steerforth

Gracefully King Flour floats down on his quilt of white. Barbara Guest, 50 Floors, from “The Countess of Minneapolis” (1976)

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