Poetry
- The Calendar, a Book of Poems. Reed College, thesis (B.A.), Portland, Ore. 1951.
- Self Portrait from Another Direction. Auerhahn Press, San Francisco 1959.
- Memoirs of an Interglacial Age. Auerhahn Press, San Francisco 1960.
- Like I Say. Totem Press/Corinth Books, New York 1960
- Monday in the Evening, 21:VII:61. Pezzoli, Milan 1964
- Every Day. Coyote's Journal, Eugene, Oregon 1965
- Highgrade: Doodles, Poems. Coyote's Journal, San Francisco 1966
- On Bear's Head. Harcourt, Brace & World/Coyote, New York 1969
- Scenes of Life at the Capital. Maya, San Francisco 1970
- Enough Said: Fluctuat Nec Mergitur: Poems 1974-1979. Grey Fox Press, San Francisco 1980.
- Heavy Breathing: Poems 1967-1980. Grey Fox Press, San Francisco 1983
- Canoeing up Cabarga Creek: Buddhist Poems 1955-1986. Parallax Press, Berkeley 1996.
- Overtime: Selected Poems by Philip Whalen. Penguin, New York 1999.
- The Collected Poems of Philip Whalen. Wesleyan University Press, Middletown, Connecticut 2007.
Both the Collected and Selected Poems were edited by Michael Rothenberg.
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Famous quotes containing the word poetry:
“Love’s the only thing I’ve thought of or read about since I was knee-high. That’s what I always dreamed of, of meeting somebody and falling in love. And when that remarkable thing happened, I was going to recite poetry to her for hours about how her heart’s an angel’s wing and her hair the strings of a heavenly harp. Instead I got drunk and hollered at her and called her a harpy.”
—Ben Hecht (1893–1964)
“For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)
“Prose—it might be speculated—is discourse; poetry ellipsis. Prose is spoken aloud; poetry overheard. The one is presumably articulate and social, a shared language, the voice of “communication”; the other is private, allusive, teasing, sly, idiosyncratic as the spider’s delicate web, a kind of witchcraft unfathomable to ordinary minds.”
—Joyce Carol Oates (b. 1938)