Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    The Poetry of Jim Shelley
    The Poetry of Jim Shelley
    The Poetry of Jim Shelley
    Ebook117 pages35 minutes

    The Poetry of Jim Shelley

    By Jacob Yusufov

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    There is no available information at this time.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJan 9, 2013
    ISBN9781477285312
    The Poetry of Jim Shelley

    Related to The Poetry of Jim Shelley

    Related ebooks

    Poetry For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Art Of Beauty

      Sep 30, 2021

      Art Of Beauty
      12 min read

    • Article

      The Art of Poetry No. 106

      Dec 15, 2019

      The Art of Poetry No. 106
      30 min read

    • Article

      An Interview With Xueyan

      Jun 24, 2023

      An Interview With Xueyan
      5 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      Jan 1, 2020

      How slow is all of this dying? Across the county linea fossil in the making, off-road exhaling last lightin nightmud. A small cat in a steel trap. Pendulous sparrows preen. Holding on for the last bluedark nightwe ate fruited scabs off each other’s m

      4 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      Dec 1, 2022

      You have to first Sit in the temple gloom In the mahogany chair & despair. The only glimmer In the temple (being the inlaid bits of The Mother-Of-Pearl shells On the tall, more than humanly tall Chair back, for these These too Are the reputed “Tears

      3 min read

    • Article

      Three Poems

      Nov 1, 2021

      That the semi-circular canal is part of my ear,not a style of Venetian waterway arch,I learned mid-air on a Huffy.That bicycles left long out in the rain split.That prepositions are tricky.That I was made part industrious,part lazy-assed. That descri

      3 min read

    • Article

      Mountain Time

      Jan 1, 2021

      In the air you don’t know who you are or where My own self feels it is in wind being born These are currents a man made one eighth of smokeless fire fears but chooses A path south from Anchorage to a Mountain House Ungovern the northern land to pass

      10 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      Nov 1, 2020

      The American linden sways nonplussed by the storm,a bounce here, a shimmy there, just shaking like musicleft over from the night’s end wafting into the avenues before sleep.I remember once walking down Clinton Street, and singingthat line returning,

      4 min read

    • Article

      Two Poems

      Sep 1, 2023

      This poem is for everyperson who will neverread it either by choiceor circumstance I writeit in silence wherethe most realparts of our liveslive like a shoe lostin an alley or an emptyboat in a black sea butmore like the fallenleaf on the other sideo

      2 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Jan 1, 2023

      And god created the waves and we the graves beneath, bodies madeparticulate by the force of water against water, water against rock, againsttime. I descend into the deep in a kind of prayer, listen to its centuries.Make me pay, will you, make me hurt

      3 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      Mar 4, 2019

      for William Gifford, 1928–2015 The river. Always the same, never the same.Poughkeepsie. A place north of where I am.To remember you is to remember Poughkeepsie.To remember Poughkeepsie is to remember the river.I am downriver now & you are a memoryI

      3 min read

    • Article

      Same River Twice

      Feb 3, 2022

      Same River Twice
      8 min read

    • Article

      Seven Poems

      May 1, 2022

      Seven Poems
      2 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      May 1, 2019

      “My arm is so brown and so beautiful,” is a thought I haveas I’m about to turn off the lamp and go to sleep.I look at it a moment in the soft glow, and see it, briefly,as though it belonged to someone else. A reddishkind of brown, like a toasted almo

      7 min read

    • Article

      The Epic Of Gilgamesh

      Jan 1, 2020

      My friends, who can reach heaven? The monster bellows like a river swollen with flood.Many are consumed in his fiery breath. My friends, who can reach heaven? Let us ask the mountain for a sign.Let us cut the spirits from the cedars. My friends, who

      3 min read

    • Article

      Two Poems by Phillip B. Williams

      Dec 15, 2017

      The masters are yet dead. Wanting to be human,I tried to rewrite The Waste Land. The canon’s reachcasts ruinous light. The masters’ pens breachthis page where, above, my own hand spectates. Babylonrisen, exorcism in reverse, whose nature upended now?

      6 min read

    • Article

      Summer: A Love Story

      Apr 20, 2021

      It is a squalid time. The body grows tired of being a body. Sweat. Always. A thin film of it on the skin. Do not say dewy. Do not say glisten. I dream of endless green. Of wet. Of rain hammering the Earth. Of buds sprouting. I want to insist on life

      2 min read

    • Article

      Cricket League

      Feb 1, 2019

      Saanvi Chari, age 8 Avon, OH Did I really just notice this? Each side of All the flowers In the front Look the same. All of the roses, dandelions, And lavenders, and leaves. I noticed this today While I was walking down The driveway To take the garba

      4 min read

    • Article

      The White Fox

      Oct 13, 2017

      The White Fox
      10 min read

    • Article

      Spell

      Apr 25, 2018

      Spell
      4 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Nov 1, 2019

      Four Poems
      7 min read

    • Article

      Earthlings

      Apr 9, 2021

      Earthlings
      5 min read

    • Article

      Death’s Footsteps

      Nov 29, 2017

      Death’s Footsteps
      5 min read

    • Article

      Paul,

      Jul 1, 2020

      Houston, April 2019 The coarse and leafy stalks, like memory,Began to soften in my hands. The kaleMassaged with olive oil and salt. Silently, You sat on the couch as if in grisaille,Scrolling through the twitter of the state.A fragile, bluesy cover s

      14 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for The Poetry of Jim Shelley

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      The Poetry of Jim Shelley - Jacob Yusufov

      ,Oabook_preview_excerpt.htmlWKr8J:<4\PDYdJ /Qd60Pef1}>IK?>˗씫YK?&bt{]%҅<`]Egh~MLJ{zQI])v2WAly))om>9:\i?eK_T Mvhf y*c ρ;׎j#b-Nji8U{7[󜓶e(!rESʆJ)آlKc63XW:l оfit(K_$v'loOO~p}DB$<~Oʿ(=w<Z8x )OuSJӔЉX Sεb}!NR+σλܕ~ﶕg\&l!9&+3!-8%D14 tִ|YΔl뼵Y:帕%<-\O],^T>+]a7h/O3YG`/54:|| ٓH3W^Csa8]9Vo@Z"0ҙjg^j@5^ آOw%_8bbUt !S5z#zg--\ە]!'3ܾhT߆!6P9‚9oh-cQ@F v'tam@ciMҞF8ht"S1#P3%G%oWQ9Z%7@km_-t4#,dIgi#@~Հ?eyĵ{l[_xd#+{_Oy(񄙅 `/0{¤ jua¾EAڀ_ RnjNdEBJԼpWg:6I6| 7]@y߉TaDq"LFC-AkH78 8ETm_0=&/Ƭg@kO1V,ܴcϐsn<wh.k:1BvBH#"6F9a_t/Uw`yH/RnJ pl;VgAnGy[iHIUt^Ʈ.HayH:wvO< 'm.ՈnxM>(w.x#6à;ª3wIfucrՓ.%FϭA{9IG{p9Fӕ n0T7Z#2Q{W8@jglht5 d`7㤼t]tqZ&}yCdġ*I&Xqy,\ynfvL+5kYi9ʞM';֫-c)F <)FGǭ4W^\ ;n`}v4cO-ϡU gr}kBB;j#mSkfqdjBa@RxH_zCh x7J3{ؼ[S^qEKڧ󥂕),x>ֳ/]
      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1