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A. R. Ammons

A. R. Ammons

Born: 18 February 1926 • Died: 25 February 2001

Archibald Randolph (A.R.) Ammons was born in rural North Carolina on February 18, 1926. His experiences growing up on a cotton and tobacco farm during the Great Depression inspired a great deal of his poetry. Ammons wrote his first poems while serving aboard a Navy destroyer during World War II. Ammons’s many honors include two National Books Awards, a National Book Critics Circle Award, the Library of Congress’s Rebekah Johnson Bobbitt National Prize for Poetry, and the Bollingen Prize for Poetry. He is the author of numerous poetry collections, including Bosh and Flapdoodle (2005), Glare (1997), Garbage (1993), A Coast of Trees (1981), Sphere (1974), Collected Poems 1951-1971Tape for the Turn of the Year (1965), and Ommateum: With Doxology (1955). Ammons died on February 25, 2001, at the age of 75. (Source)

Poems by A. R. Ammons

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Reflective by A. R. Ammons

“looked in at / a mirror / in / me that / had a / weed in it” — A. R. Ammons
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Mission by A.R. Ammons

“looked in at / a mirror / in / me that / had a / weed in it” — A. R. Ammons
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Substantial Planes by A.R. Ammons

“looked in at / a mirror / in / me that / had a / weed in it” — A. R. Ammons
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In View of the Fact by A. R. Ammons

"at the same time we are getting used to so / many leaving, we are hanging on with a grip // to the ones left:" — A. R. Ammons
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Shit List; Or, Omnium-gatherum Of Diversity Into Unity by A. R. Ammons

"You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are" — A. R. Ammons
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The City Limits by A. R. Ammons

“each is accepted into as much light as it will take, then / the heart moves roomier, the man stands and looks about,” — A. R. Ammons
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Their Sex Life by A. R. Ammons

"One failure on / Top of another" — A. R. Ammons
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Still by A. R. Ammons

"but though I have looked everywhere, / I can find nothing / to give myself to" — A. R. Ammons