Belonging (Eileen Carney Hulme Poem)
We never really slept, just buried clocks in the sanctuary of night every time I moved you moved with me, ...
We never really slept, just buried clocks in the sanctuary of night every time I moved you moved with me, ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey poor man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going ...
All of creation everything that breaths from the lowest to the highest a chorus of praise singing, shouting all manner ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
Let me but feel thy look's embrace, Transparent, pure, and warm, And I'll not ask to touch thy face, Or ...
Said Death to Passion "Give of thine an Acre unto me." Said Passion, through contracting Breaths "A Thousand Times Thee ...
I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died -- The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in ...
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small ...
I. How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breaths his native ...
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round ...
Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm, Great gun towering towards Heaven, about to curse; Sway steep against them, ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
She bade me follow to her garden where The mellow sunlight stood as in a cup Between the old grey ...
There are four men mowing down by the Isar; I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four Sharp breaths ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
Sail fast, sail fast, Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams; Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past, Fly glittering ...
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