Thom Gunn

Thomson William "Thom" Gunn (29 August 1929 in Gravesend, Kent – 25 April 2004 in San Francisco) was an Anglo-American poet.

Collected Poems by Thom Gunn (1994)

 * These seem like bristles, and the hide is tough. No claw or web here: each foot ends in hoof.
 * Moly (l. 9-10)
 * Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly.
 * Moly (l. 21-22)
 * 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.
 * Considering the Snail (l. 5-10)
 * One joins the movement in a valueless world, Choosing it, till both hurler and the hurled, One moves as well, always toward, toward.
 * On the Move (l. 30-32)

Other

 * Distorting hackneyed words in hackneyed songs He turns revolt into a style, prolongs The impulse to a habit of the time.
 * "Elvis Presley,", in The Sense of Movement (1957).
 * 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.
 * "In Time Of Plague," in The Man With Night Sweats (1992)