Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
Education.See Example. Parents and Children.Let no indecent Speech, or Action vile,Be known within the Walls where Youth is bred:Far, far ...
To C. M.Now that we're alone we can talk prince man to manthough you lie on the stairs and see ...
Of Dames who in strict Virtue glory,In antient or in modern Story;The fam'd Lucretia bears the Bell,An arrant Prude, as ...
We spoke, the camp-follower and I.About us was a cold, pungent odor --Gun-powder, stale wine, wet earth, and the smell ...
ADDRESSED TO THE GENTLEMEN REFLECTED ON IN THE ROSCIAD,A POEM, BY THE AUTHOR Worried with debts and past all hopes of ...
'The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open.Our magnolia blossoms.Life begins to happen.My hopped up husband drops his ...
Staying at an innwhere prostitutes are also sleeping— bush clover and the moon.(Matsuo Basho)
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
THE DUST of a thousand roads, the greaseAnd grime of slums, were on his face;The fangs of hunger and diseaseUpon ...
"It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and supersensible soap bubbles of ...
With the prostitutes, the tax collectors with the unclean, the lepers Christ is the voice of inclusion showing us his ...
Staying at an inn where prostitutes are also sleeping-- bush clover and the moon. (Matsuo Basho)
Superb, Like a seasoned lion, Neruda buys bread in the shop. He asks for it to be wrapped in paper ...
for Lindsay AIDS knows the condom wrapped penetration of strangers and lovers, deep inside only a tear away from risk ...
It rained the day they buried Tito Puente The eyes of drug dealers following me as I walked through the ...
FROM pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I were nothing; From what I am determin'd to make ...
YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells-you sentenced assassins, chain'd and hand-cuff'd with iron; Who am I, ...
Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway; Her voice was like the sound of ...
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