Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
A Mississippi back road,
burns in my mind
Its memory twice buried,
resurfaces, reminds
That Mississippi back road,
you once led me down...
A young poet is to an
older man
As an old poet is to a
younger man
When young then old,
when old then young
The future borrowed,
the...
Behind ivy thoughts and mortared speech,
my soul cannot be bought
As I worship freely deep within
—the truth forever caught
(Villanova...
Dimension,
Stretching itself
Reaching the unknown
Feeling what can’t be felt
Unnumbered
Not counted or named
Para-atomic
Time abandoned...
Does verse reveal
the litter
That left strewn,
clogs up your mind
Does poetry
uncover
What the prose tries best
—to hide
(...