Of One Asleep (Alice Cary Poems)
Once when we lingered, sorrow-proof,My gentle love and me,Beneath a green and pleasant roofOf oak leaves by the sea,Like yellow ...
Once when we lingered, sorrow-proof,My gentle love and me,Beneath a green and pleasant roofOf oak leaves by the sea,Like yellow ...
A MonologueThink about it at will: there is thatWhich is the commentary; there's that other,Which may be called the immaculateConception ...
THROUGH the stench and smoke of pipe andstale cigar -Black coats, black hats, and raucous tones,bleared eyes.Quick, past them - ...
When mateless Adam loitered in the shade, Glad as a child, and felt the pulse of life Make its own ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
The old woman sits on a bench before the door and quarrels With her meagre pale demoralized daughter. Once when ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
They have little tractors in their blood and all day the tractors climb up and down inside their arms and ...
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
Someone finding, fragments, words I have written calling them to these snippets of my life from so far away Wondering ...
Last year's maple leaf, or maybe older still no flesh remaining, just the dry bones maybe the veins and arteries, ...
When I was born, From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice, Saying, This be thy portion, child; ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
WELCOME, welcome! do I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a ...
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede. ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav'd so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd ...
Something has fallen wordlessly and holds still on the black driveway. You find it, like a jewel, among the empty ...
This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: - To speak of bloody power as right divine, And call on ...
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