John Godfrey





John Godfrey



John Godfrey was born in New York in 1945. He has worked and written in New York's east village for more than three decades. Godfrey's recent books include Private Lemonade (Adventures in Poetry, 2003) and Push the Mule (The Figures, 2001). A graduate of Princeton University and Columbia University's School of Nursing, Godfrey works as a nurse clinician to AIDS patients in New York City. City of Corners is his ninth collection.

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Private Lemonade

4.27 avg rating — 26 ratings — published 2003
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Where the Weather Suits My ...

4.97 avg rating — 30 ratings — published 1984 — 2 editions
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Midnight on Your Left

4.71 avg rating — 21 ratings — published 1987
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City of Corners

4.23 avg rating — 22 ratings — published 2008 — 2 editions
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Push the Mule

4.43 avg rating — 21 ratings — published 2001
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Dabble: Poems 1966 1980

4.79 avg rating — 14 ratings — published 1982 — 2 editions
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Singles and Fives

4.73 avg rating — 11 ratings — published 2011
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26 Poems

it was amazing 5.00 avg rating — 5 ratings — published 1971 — 2 editions
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Tiny Gold Dress

4.40 avg rating — 5 ratings — published 2012
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Music of the Curbs

it was amazing 5.00 avg rating — 4 ratings — published 1976
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“I simmer in the half-light of a stoop, raising beers under a pompadour on the first brisk night, pressure more potent than any barometer can read. To see your hand to the tramp of feet is a way to measure strangers. To feel your hair on my finger accidentally is common sense, a way of leading you to me as the watch moves. We return to our bed through the bakery smells of daybreak, sky palling, empty of jets. The schedule is suspended, then resumes like gray dead hands in the east, and I want you never to die.”
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