THE LAST TIME EVER (Gerald England Poem)
1 am peering through blackness 2 am i feel your heart pounding 3 am your fingers running up my spine ...
1 am peering through blackness 2 am i feel your heart pounding 3 am your fingers running up my spine ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
If on the closed curtain of my sight My fancy paints thy portrait far away, I see thee still the ...
Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart; See where she ...
Upon the gallows hung a wretch, Too sullied for the hell To which the law entitled him. As nature's curtain ...
The Angle of a Landscape -- That every time I wake -- Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, ...
Red lotus incense fades on The jeweled curtain. Autumn Comes again. Gently I open My silk dress and float alone ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreary day. ...
To the melody of "Ru Meng Lin" Last night in the light rain as rough winds blew, My drunken sleep ...
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, ...
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I ...
Jesus! where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
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