Jazz Chick (Bob Kaufman Poem)
Music from her breast, vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster ...
Music from her breast, vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster ...
For whom the possessed sea littered, on both shores, Ruinous arms; being fired, and for good, To sound the constitution ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
I can remember a night a hushed quiet night when I sat and melted in the alabaster air bleed from ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
Not to the swift, the race: Not to the strong, the fight: Not to the righteous, perfect grace: Not to ...
Praise it -- 'tis dead -- It cannot glow -- Warm this inclement Ear With the encomium it earned Since ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers -- Untouched my Morning And untouched by Noon -- Sleep the meek members of the ...
On an ebony bed decorated with coral eagles, sound asleep lies Nero -- unconscious, quiet, and blissful; thriving in the ...
I did not delight in love so much as in a kiss like linnets' wings, the flutterings of a pulse ...
As though the mercury's under its tongue, it won't talk. As though with the mercury in its sphincter, immobile, by ...
The sun rose like a tarnished looking-glass to catch the sun and flash His hot message at the missionaries below-- ...
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
LIKE this alabaster box whose art Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart, Carven with delicate dreams and wrought ...
When you entered the workshop, I was already here. How many statues, and torsos, and heads ! Like remains of ...
The wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Faun and it will dye. Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
When the vexed hubbub of our world of gain Roars round about me as I walk the street, The myriad ...
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