Dan Burt

Image by Earl D. Brechlin, Editor, Mount Desert Islander

Poem introduction

This sonnet is about lust in life's prime and the nature of love.



We fly hand in hand D.C. to Boston
Above chartreuse shoots, animal riots,
Milter crammed creeks, drunk on the season
and transgression. Before the hallway quiets
Behind the bellman, we lock and topple
To the sheets, dinner deferred. I wear no
Ring to scold us while we tumble.

Green leaves shade lunch, your skin's pregnant glow,
My averted eyes and nod to a rescission
Silence made you volunteer: we don't meet

Today I found your note, the one
About...what's done for love...a quondam beat...
Buried in bumf unearthed for cremation,
A mystery still, something I can name
But never trust and keep it from the flame

from We Look Like This (Carcanet, 2012), © Dan Burt, used by permission of the author and the publisher


Dan Burt

Dan Burt Reading from his poems

1Who He Was I

2Who He Was V

3Certain Windows - extract



6Blind Date

7Texaco Saturday Afternoon Opera


9All the Dark Years

10Homage for a Waterman

11John Winthrop's Ghost

12After Lunch 13Little Black Dress


15Winter Mornings 16The Faithful 17Momentum 18Three Sonnets on the Coup De Grace 19Uphill to the Right 20Manque 21Modern Painters 22A Brewing Tale 23Rigoletto 24Summa 25Motes


27Beside a Cove 28The Institute


Books by Dan Burt