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Thom Gunn (1929 – 2004)


Anglo-American poet.
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Thom Gunn
Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy,
To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly.
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Distorting hackneyed words in hackneyed songs
He turns revolt into a style, prolongs
The impulse to a habit of the time.
Gunn
Thus for each blunt-faced ignorant one
The great grey rigid uniform combined
Safety with virtue of the sun.
Thus concepts linked like chainmail in the mind.




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My thoughts are crowded with death
and it draws so oddly on the sexual
that I am confused
confused to be attracted
by, in effect, my own annihilation.
Gunn Thom
These seem like bristles, and the hide is tough.
No claw or web here: each foot ends in hoof.
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One joins the movement in a valueless world,
Choosing it, till both hurler and the hurled,
One moves as well, always toward, toward.
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