The Owl (Ted Hughes Poem)
I saw my world again through your eyes As I would see it again through your children's eyes. Through your ...
I saw my world again through your eyes As I would see it again through your children's eyes. Through your ...
A mason came forth and said, "Speak to us of Houses." And he answered and said: Build of your imaginings ...
Thoughts of the day running through my mind moving to get her to the school to be on time A ...
Over the dark black woodchips the wet spider webs three of them set apart spaces between the posts of the ...
The sky, the air, everything, everywhere I look not a fog, a filter, a screen, a white veneer lowering, darkening, ...
The world, the grass, the roads the woods, were all snow glazed trimming, coated, in white a bit cleaner, more ...
Pulling out of the lot falling into the fog enveloped by its stillness its wet blanket lost to the noise ...
After Minnesota's lakes in the winter of '71, it was no big deal but for us it was it was ...
A forgotten bit of space dust heralded before its fizzle but a wealth, a treasure for this son, sharing a ...
Foggy morning On the Vineyard In Aquinnah Wet chair, hot coffee Sip in the heat Shake the daze Camera and ...
A skin of frost on the ground, in the branches, the yellowed fields film of ice on the pond low ...
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I ...
You see I cannot see -- your lifetime -- I must guess -- How many times it ache for me ...
You know that Portrait in the Moon -- So tell me who 'tis like -- The very Brow -- the ...
I rose -- because He sank -- I thought it would be opposite -- But when his power dropped -- ...
The last unicorn was never free to chose another ending, the plaintive melody entrained with sweet orchestral strains describing it ...
I, too, have stood paralyzed at the helm watching onrushing, inevitable disaster. I too have felt sweat (or ecstatic tears) ...
1. A conversation begins with a lie. and each speaker of the so-called common language feels the ice-floe split, the ...
I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight, All the ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
In the World language, sometimes called Airport Road, a thinks balloon with a gondola under it is a symbol for ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
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