Donald Davidson (poet)

I want the word that burns into my heartTo seal your testament within my soul.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

Why did my father write? I know he sawLaps at the too much blood and the burning house.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

The seed of Appomattox blooms; its fruitNo command.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

Farewell,And winter sweeps the undefended earth.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

The whispering in the marrow spreads to the brain;And is born at last in a blazing wordless outcry.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

We mourned with you then in brotherhood,Burn on your monuments like altar flames.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

We, too, have names that blaze on mouldering stoneThan all that's so much magnified and near.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

Something stirs that once had life. It dropsNow they let go.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

The sky drips its spectral Raised up this bribe against their fate.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

Father remembered the wild pigeons crowdingMind hurled measureless with them, feathered the sky.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

This is an autumn when they come no more.And only rumor upon the skies...

— Donald Davidson (poet)

Then no soft arms could hold me from my wilderness The dogs trace it - harvest of life that gives me life.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

For he has seen a road by healing watersWhile we are not quite certain he has died.

— Donald Davidson (poet)

The probing knife of madnessAnd warm with tears again

— Donald Davidson (poet)