Thom Gunn

Thomson William "Thom" Gunn (29 August 1929 in Gravesend, Kent – 25 April 2004 in San Francisco) was an Anglo-American poet. Quotes 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 oneThe great grey rigid uniform combinedSafety 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 songsHe 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 deathand it draws so oddly on the sexualthat I am confusedconfused to be attractedby, in effect, my own annihilation. "In Time Of Plague," in The Man With Night Sweats (1992) External links A Poet's Life, Part One (San Francisco Chronicle) A Poet's Life, Part Two (San Francisco Chronicle) Study Guide to Gunn's poetry Poets.org: Thom Gunn Category:2004 deaths Category:Poets from the United States Category:Poets from England Category:MacArthur Fellows Category:University of Cambridge alumni Category:University of California, Berkeley faculty Category:Formalist poets