Embrace Noir (Nick Flynn Poems)
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace& grapple a handgun at stomach level between them.They jerk ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace& grapple a handgun at stomach level between them.They jerk ...
It was the twilight of the iguana:From a rainbowing battlement,a tongue like a javelinlunging in verdure;an ant heap treading the ...
It rains on the roofsAs it rains in my poemsUnder the thunderWe fit together like partsOf a magic puzzleTwelve winds ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
Heavily slumbered noonday brightUpon the lone field, glory-dight,A burnished grassy sea:The child, in gorgeous golden hours,Through heaven-descended starry flowers,Went walking ...
Francesca.Crush'd and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre,'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her;Dost ...
"So closed our tale, of which I give you allThe random scheme as wildly as it rose:The words are mostly ...
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
Oh! wind that whistles o'er thorns and thistles, Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf;Why should he labour to ...
I My turn to embark. A steep gangplank expects me. An obedient child, I follow my father down. It happens ...
Hear Mr. Bulwer as he talks. You might think he was so cheerful. That smile took him ages to get ...
To-night the winds begin to rise And roar from yonder dropping day: The last ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
Dear fellow-artist, why so free With every sort of company, With every Jack and Jill? Choose your companions from the ...
To-night the winds begin to rise And roar from yonder dropping day: The last red leaf is whirl'd away, The ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I ...
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