Buick (Karl Shapiro Poems)
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spineAnd a keel as steel as a root ...
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spineAnd a keel as steel as a root ...
Strange but true is the storyof the sea-turtle and the shark- the instinctive drive of the weak to survive in ...
There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
"This is her diary. Come with me to viewThe canyon; think you see it as of oldWhen Martha lived, and ...
Winter froze both brook and well;Fast and fast the snowflakes fell;Children gathered round the hearthMade a summer of their mirth;When ...
I will think as thinks the rabbit:—Oh, delightIn the nightWhen the moonSets the tuneTo the woods!And the broodsAll run out,Frisk ...
"King and Queen of the Pelicans we;No other Birds so grand we see!None but we have feet like fins!With lovely ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
Oh, the lives of men, lives of men, In pattern-molds be run; But there's you, and me, and Bindlestiff- And ...
Somewhere in the middle of the ocean every lost riverSorts itself out, reassembles, each picks its own threadWith its one ...
Up from the prairie and through the pines,Over your struggling headboard linesWinds of the West go by.You must love them, ...
Supposed to have been written in the New Forest,in early Spring. AS in the woods, where leathery Lichen weavesIts wint'ry ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd. Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth. They unswaddled the wet fern of ...
He seemed so complacent in the hot August sun on the barrier islands not moving at all basking in the ...
Up the ash tree climbs the ivy, Up the ivy climbs the sun, With a twenty-thousand pattering, Has a valley ...
They don't want to be your hedge, Your barrier, your living wall, the no-go Go-between between your property And the ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
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