Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
Controlled chaos Sharp angles Ripped colors Shapes alternating Sharp and subdued Tragedy And rage Pulled onto page Within a Continuous ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we ...
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
Window's tree trunk's predominant face a single eye-leveled hole where limb's torn off another larger contorts to swell growing in ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
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