High Windows (Philip Larkin Poem)
When I see a couple of kids And guess he's fucking her and she's Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm, ...
When I see a couple of kids And guess he's fucking her and she's Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm, ...
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
It was in the old days, When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie, A black ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
We didn't really know; but they called it a horse needle the day the state police came to tell us, ...
I My friends do not know. But what could my friends not know? About what? What friends? II She sleeps ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: "What can we tax that is not paying? We're taxing every blessed thing- Here's ...
Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of ...
Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross, I figuring porcupine & took Sir poker unbarring Mr door, & ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
Isabel met an enormous bear, Isabel, Isabel, didn't care; The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous, The bear's big ...
Can't swim; uses credit cards and pills to combat intolerable feelings of inadequacy; Won't admit his dread of boredom, chief ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
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