Can’t Sleep (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Staring at the screen the computer watch the flash of images, messages of nothingness flickering bits of news with no ...
Staring at the screen the computer watch the flash of images, messages of nothingness flickering bits of news with no ...
Apricot and periwinkle Robin's egg and salmon. Moments of Yesterday's sunset Frozen in my mind. No Nikon or Kodak, No ...
Tom Joad had it right His introduction to us all, more in print than film, of a man fixing his ...
Family photos written on faces For better And worse Your grandfather's eyes Mother's nose, Your father's hairline (Sorry about that) ...
Claremont to Durham, regular drive, autopilot Rtes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4 Exit 5, New England College down the road ...
A row of picture frames descends the stairway from the upstairs to the living room Four images frozen in time ...
In the beginning, we were afraid we knew our nakedness biting into the flesh of the fruit of the forbidden ...
The nymph in vain bestows her pains That seeks to thrive where Bacchus reigns; In vain are charms, or smiles, ...
I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
Between Rita and my eyes There is a rifle And whoever knows Rita Kneels and plays To the divinity in ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Now thou hast loved me one whole day, Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
It was my life in fast review, initially at double speed until I learned which functions scrolled the images on ...
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
Let me stop here. Let me, too, look at nature awhile. The brilliant blue of the morning sea, of the ...
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
Thou shalt have one God only;-who Would be at the expense of two? No graven images may be Worshipped, except ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
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 ...
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