Mayakovsky In New York: A Found Poem (Annie Dillard Poem)
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
To Folly With fools and children, good discretion bears; Then, honest people, bear with Love and me, Nor older yet, ...
"I've been having these awful dreams, each a little different, though the core's the same- we're walking in a field, ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still, All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the ...
It sounded as if the Streets were running And then -- the Streets stood still -- Eclipse -- was all ...
Does your semen smell like camembert? It's just a thought I had today at lunch, I must have had the ...
Nicky said I couldn't write, she's got a charming sense of social etiquette - given she's a bitch (the canine ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
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 ...
If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
me and you be sisters. we be the same. me and you coming from the same place. me and you ...
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
The faithless shadows of day are running And high and clear is the call of bells, Steps of the church ...
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
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