The Ungrateful Garden (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
Midas watched the golden crust That formed over his steaming sores, Hugged his agues, loved his lust, But damned to ...
Midas watched the golden crust That formed over his steaming sores, Hugged his agues, loved his lust, But damned to ...
Fragments of glasses in the empty room of the inarticulate whispers, bleed our limits, fill with sores the caress of ...
1915 Whence comest thou, Gehazi, So reverend to behold, In scarlet and in ermines And chain of England's gold?" "From ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
A Nation of trees, drab green and desolate grey In the field uniform of modern wars, Darkens her hills, those ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are wise: Her bandage hides two festering ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain; Never did Covent Garden boast So bright a batter'd, ...
The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief; And I lay there in the bunk between, ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
OUT of the testimony of such reluctant lips, out of the oaths and mouths of such scrupulous liars, out of ...
In Saginaw, in Saginaw, The wind blows up your feet, When the ladies' guild puts on a feed, There's beans ...
In the dour ages Of drafty cells and draftier castles, Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables, Saint and ...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares ...
The artisans of this room, who designed the lamp base (a huge red slug with a hole where its heart ...
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