Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service (T. S. Eliot Poems)
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift ...
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
What is better than leaving a bar in the middle of the afternoon besides staying in it or not having ...
The first and last time I met my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at a protest poetry reading against some anti-constitutional ...
Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad, Beyond the town, where wild flowers grow -- A rainbow and a cuckoo, ...
It may be misery not to sing at all, And to go silent through the brimming day; It may be ...
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized -- The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee -- before the School Boy, ...
I cannot let the moment pass without a weary greeting, or retard the recent past where shadows still are fleeting, ...
We knew their names or thought we did, we knew their faces from an album of places we'd played in ...
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of ...
On the desert A silence from the moon's deepest valley. Fire rays fall athwart the robes Of hooded men, squat ...
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
I never loved a dear Gazelle-- Nor anything that cost me much: High prices profit those who sell, But why ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once in my childhood I watched mesmerized a magician magic everything away from before my eyes and ...
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka's hat. ...
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