Abstemia (Gelett Burgess Poems)
In Mystic Argot often Confounded with FarragoIf aught that stumbles in my speech Or stutters in my pen,Or, claiming ...
In Mystic Argot often Confounded with FarragoIf aught that stumbles in my speech Or stutters in my pen,Or, claiming ...
A fat young man plays with a pond.The wind has caught itself in a tree.The pale sky seems to be ...
"A equals X," says Mister One. "A equals B," says Mister Two. "A equals nothing under the sun But A," ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror and the hunters ...
I Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills ...
Wanting to be worthy of God's saving grace yet joy in my failing my stumbles in this life For God's ...
Play that my knee was a calico mare Saddled and bridled for Bumpville; Leap to the back of this steed, ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
On an ebony bed decorated with coral eagles, sound asleep lies Nero -- unconscious, quiet, and blissful; thriving in the ...
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
"the withness of the body" --Whitehead The heavy bear who goes with me, A manifold honey to smear his face, ...
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was ...
Though not for common praise of him, Nor yet for pride or charity, Still would I make to Vanderberg One ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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