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 ...
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you ...
(Spring begins in southern England on the 14th April, on which date the Old Woman lets the Cuckoo out of ...
You are not beaten. The simple music rises up, children's voices in the air, sound floating out across the land ...
Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers, And the down colors of the bright summer meadow, The soft ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
'Tis not ev'ry day that I Fitted am to prophesy: No, but when the spirit fills The fantastic pannicles, Full ...
When the evening darkens and the day cools and the stars flicker to light I sat on the blanket with ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
The World -- feels Dusty When We stop to Die -- We want the Dew -- then -- Honors -- ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
CHORUS Come we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met love's noon in nature's night; Come lift we up our loftier ...
Winter has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop's ...
That summer sun, whose genial glow Now cheers my drooping spirit so Must cold and distant be, And only light ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
The little love god lying once asleep Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Sisters - Heaviness and Tenderness- you look the same. Wasps and bees both suck the heavy rose. Man dies, and ...
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors The winking signal on the waste of sea. Indoors the sound ...
And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings, That appeared once, still wet As shining chestnuts ...
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