The Song of the Ungirt Runners - by
We swing ungirded hips, / And lightened are our eyes, / The rain is on our lips, / We do…
sport
Cross - by
Needling of jabs, riddle of ducks and feints,
/ you wait for a clear target.
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/ It comes, as brief as a spark plug’s…
Saying goodbye to my daughter at night - by
The sound down low, the impossible blue
/ of the Water Cube in Beijing filling the screen.
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/ A young diver stands on the…
TV Hockey - by
Players, humped as oxen, brood in boxes;
/ One by one stumble from their cages
/ (Lift of gulls, swing and loop and lag
/ And…
from Song for Yacine Mbaye - by
Championne 1974 des 1,500 mètres
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/ Mbaye toi aussi Mbaye, si je t’ai choisie Mbaye,
/ c’est pour ta beauté vraie
/ Pour ta…
Thwok! - by
up loops a lob with a teasing temerity
leaps in the air in defiance of gravity
puts it away with a savage severity
coupled with suavity
Bodysurf - by
for Erin
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/ To understand everything about the swell—
/ how on a given day the seventh in the cycle
/ provides he greatest chance to…
Viv - by
Like the sun rising and setting
/ Like the thunderous roar of a bull rhino
/ Like the sleek, quick grace of a gazelle,
/ The…
Tynecastle - by
I never get doun to Tynecastle thae days
/ It’s a guid lang while nou sen I’ve been
/ I never get doun to…
Bonspiel - by
He saw the weather written on the pane
/ as he buckled on his gaiters,
/ shouldering the hammer to walk the lane
/ spooked with…