Snow White’s Acne (Denise Duhamel Poems)
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
This salt-stain spot marks the place where men lay down their heads, back to the bench, and hoist nothing that ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With ...
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The South wind said to the palms: My lovers sing me psalms; But are they as warm as those That ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The South wind said to the palms: My lovers sing me psalms; But are they as warm as those That ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I saw her crop a rose Right early in the day, And I went to kiss the place Where she ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
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