Rhapsody (Frank O Hara Poems)
515 Madison Avenuedoor to heaven? portalstopped realities and eternal licentiousnessor at least the jungle of impossible eagernessyour marble is bronze ...
515 Madison Avenuedoor to heaven? portalstopped realities and eternal licentiousnessor at least the jungle of impossible eagernessyour marble is bronze ...
YES, she is blind! You well might doubt her doom,Seeing her softly move across the room:And from the organ, in ...
IWho has not felt his heart leap up, and glowWhat time the tulips first begin to blow,Has one sweet joy, ...
When the day's trick is over and the running lights are lit,And the rigging fore and aft is trim and ...
What are the heaths and hills to me? I'm a-longing for the sea! What are the ...
When th' dawn is jest a-breakin',An' th' runnin' lights are dim,An' th' risin' sun is makin'Streaks scross th' ocean's rim;When ...
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,The meadow creeps implacable and still;A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.One ...
Soft breezes blow and swiftly showThrough fragrant orange branches parted,A maiden fair, with sun-flecked hair,Caressed by arrows, golden darted.The vine-clad ...
Who thinks how desolate and strangeTo me must seem the autumn's change,When housed in attic or in chest,A lonely and ...
The idea danced before us as a flag;The sound of martial music;The thrill of carrying a gun;Advancement in the world ...
The hammock between two mango treesswayed in the sunken world.It was hot, windless.Above was the sun,between were leaves.It was broiling.And ...
The snow melting in the back yard a heart forming under the trees reminding us of his presence ever always ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
A' YE wha live by sowps o' drink, A' ye wha live by crambo-clink, A' ye wha live and never ...
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle ...
Oh, how good it is to be Foot-loose and heart-free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast ...
Upon a lonely desart Beach Where the white foam was scatter'd, A little shed uprear'd its head Though lofty Barks ...
When you're lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound, Without a care or trouble on your mind, And ...
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round ...
The idea danced before us as a flag; The sound of martial music; The thrill of carrying a gun; Advancement ...
It's my birtday I've got an empty stomach and the desire to be lazy in the hammock and maybe go ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories