© 2011 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
… The flies and itching heat are gone at last. Lovely autumn, just a walk from my door Golden and energetic, I adore You here with me steadfast as the promise Of middle age. Birds rustle in the leaves. Or … Continue reading
© 2011 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
After teaching at Wuhan University in China in collaboration with Ohio State the summer of 2006, I took a trip through the Three Gorges with my American colleagues, teachers, many of whom were young women finishing up their MAs and … Continue reading
© 2011 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
When Bill Kushner heard I was writing sonnets, Bill being Bill asked me if I had written any with sex in them. I hadn’t. Bill suggested, “Why don’t you?” This sonnet was my first attempt, more philosophical than erotic. … Continue reading
© 2011 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
One of my favorite spots in the woods is Walnut Run, where a stream rushes from its springs in rocky waterfalls down the South Mountain making its way to the Susquehanna River and finally the Chesapeake Bay. Winter and spring … Continue reading
© 2011 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
… I started to write sonnets in April of 2003. That March, George Bush with the approval of Congress and a whole lot of American people invaded Iraq. I was very opposed to this at the time and still am. … Continue reading
© 2011 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
… I took a trip through the Three Gorges in August of 2006 after teaching classes at the University of Wuhan for the month of July. I went with some of my teacher colleagues. Here is the first sonnet on … Continue reading
© 2011 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
… 1 Looking at the springs, sitting in the sun something at my nape begins to tickle like the wind’s moving a hair there, fickle on my bare neck between the scalp and trunk. I’m reading the poet Bill Kushner—Ah! … Continue reading
© 2011 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
… Sonnet 56 Love comes when least expected and love comes like the rain blowing naked over us making us all wet. Love never makes a fuss. As I grow old, love stays forever young returning like the sun or … Continue reading
© 2011 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
… 84 My only brother with his bulldozer pushed the brush away from the day lilies uprooting thorns and sumac completely around the bed revealing for Mother those common flowers in all their glory. Now if only she’ll come to … Continue reading
© 2010 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
… I am making chapbooks of poetry I wrote in the 70s when I was in my 20s. They are out of print. I saw online that someone in England was selling a copy of Poet Laundromat for $200. I’m … Continue reading
© 2010 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
… I want to begin making little videos of poems that I’ve done. Here is the first one. I wrote it when I was 21. It was for a friend who had put me up for a while and I … Continue reading
© 2010 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
… Goldfinch balanced on the sunflower’s head Flies off swaying the plant just like the wind. The sun comes up the trees and lies down in The field where a red hawk begins to spread Its great slow wings breaking … Continue reading