Sam Hamill Poems

When they found his body
in the trash pile
near Pachachaca Bridge
in Abancay,
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It's been nearly forty years
since you wrote that poem
about writing poems against
all those wars, Harlan County
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What the mouth sings, the soul must learn to forgive.
A rat's as moral as a monk in the eyes of the real world.
Still, the heart is a river
pouring from itself, a river that cannot be crossed.
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The little olive-skinned girl
peered up at me
from the photograph

with her eyes wide open,
...

Half broken on that smoky night,
hunched over sake in a serviceman's dive
somewhere in Naha, Okinawa,
nearly fifty years ago,
...

I sit in the dark, not brooding
exactly, not waiting for the dawn
that is just beginning, at six-twenty-one,
in gray October light behind the trees.
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