Middle Passage (Robert Hayden Poem)
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
i'm going to give up loving you i'm going to hate you instead living's so difficult difficult baby hating's like ...
Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o'clock light change from charcoal to a faint ...
A white young paw, an orange tiger arm reaching, squeezed, under the bedroom door resting on the pile carpet, gently ...
If it wasn't for the dent he would be making in their budget his antics would be all the more ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook -- His Feathers wilted low -- The Claws that clung, like lifeless ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! ...
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, And the ...
When Pentheus went into the mountains in the garb of the baccae, his mother and the other maenads, ...
Not enough study has been done on old lions dying. Unable to feed themselves, without pride, teeth or claws, their ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
YE maggots, feed on Nicol's brain, For few sic feasts you've gotten; And fix your claws in Nicol's heart, For ...
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