All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
It bothers me: the genital smell of the bay drifting toward me on the T stop, the train circling the ...
I was but what you'd brush with your palm, what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening's raven-black hush. ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out ...
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Heat waves shimmering one or two inches above the dead grass. (Matsuo Basho)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
Collating bones: I would have liked to do. Henry would have been hot at that. I missed his profession. As ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Neruda's Hat On a day when weather stole every breeze, Pablo told her he kept bits of his poems tucked ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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