On the backs of seahorses' eyes by Cauble, Don -- Read -- Imperial Library of Trantor

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Other books by DON CAUBLE Author's note In grateful acknowledgement Considering Don Cauble Flight of the spirit by Audy Meadow Davison What happens when I read poetry by Audy Meadow Davison Before the beginning 1962-1965

Lost words Yes, isn't it pretty to think so?

Transformations, Diabolical Urges & Divine Inspiration 1965—1972

We begin with the sun 3 night letters Death, too, is a game people play Even God must be lonely at night After the Wipe-Out Gang come the Keepers All night the river flows Love outside the asylum Somewhere between streets & asylum wax-stocked girlflesh torments & wet eye focuses Cars move straight like over streets and I'm moving toward Come on in, she said to me Inside you whispering thru shut sockets and circling light dreams Standing still Deadwood with screaming roots There's nothing you can save With one foot in the grave, the fool pauses & dreams he's dancing When you come to her door empty handed, and she tells you, It's time to go In a moment you'll begin to suspect who I really am Death of the fly The last man standing Out of the tomb, a child of light

Remembrance of you Journey to Greece 1972-1975

Before I knew we would never meet again A single flame lights the universe Bottoms up How the world came into being Remembrance of you The big iron gate Beyond walls To be free The cry Ten times worse In stillness comes the fire Only the earth On the work farm Chopping corn "Dear Amur," her letter begins Aspirations of a poet or, a minor urge to explain myself The days come and go The whole room turns to light That night of stars

Total fire, at last 1975-1981

Total fire All those years Thinking of you Just like that, I am born Surrendering Thoughts on a river The gathering storm Getting in touch with your psychic energy Dancing in the fire Total Fire, Finally Turning the wheel All these things twice The last thing on his mind I'm leaving Going

Going into the darkness 1981-1985

As night descends Drawing people out You knew Thinking of Helen on an island off Greece A bone for the dogs Going into the darkness

This something-in-movement Or, CrazyMan Returns to Mother's Arms 1987-1995

Every road leads to paradise This something-in-movement Grace & grit Wild strawberries

Endless the beginning 1996-2005

Before the beginning I remember Outside my thoughts Endless

Looking out my kitchen window at the cemetery 2006-2010

In praise of Basho, W. C. Williams, & Charles Bukowski Knowledge on the line A few questions Even if I can't carry a tune They could not remember a time An essay in which I attempt to explain to a friend how I see the world Rummaging around in the basement A confessional poem Winter, thinking of spring As I look out my kitchen window The Dusty Traveler I sing this moment Once upon a time, A love story of timeless and personal proportions Or, in the words of Emily Dickinson, "a route of evanescence" It's Your Birthday: November 30, 2009…….. for Don Returning to the future What will you take with you? Some people think On the mother of all roads Falling in love Let us now praise famous poets

Late thoughts Where did the morning go? 2011-2012

In between, I am becoming We're here or we're not 10,000 years from now Why are we here? This world we live in As if you had never been alive As long as the fires keep burning Gravity always wins, and a dog, they say, is never wrong Or, Watch out for that falling apple! To future poets, whoever you may be The Truth about the real truth Turning 70 Looking back, with a bottle of wine & a grain of salt To grab the tiger by the tail After the last line, what? (4 billion atoms I'm told) Running streams Tonight, alone in the house, I drink and I ponder this world Growth of a kangaroo court In praise of small things Singing in the morning, singing in the afterlife Only so many mornings, only so many evenings Dreaming, just dreaming Tombstones after all these years Round and round goes the moon Stretching to touch you, relaxing in the flow. Nowhere to go. God speaks to me Whose child is this? Let the story begin Out of our dreams, comes the world For you This Passing World/ Journey from a Greek Prison Thoughts on This Passing World About the author How to order this book