Poems about vodka (21 Poems)
Affair With Various Endings (Kate Northrop Poems)
I. Kempton, Pennsylvania Perhaps the last of the lightlifting this evening from the field of wheat means something. Perhaps the viewincludes us, and we are not errorsin the landscape or meant to be erased. The painter, it’s true,prefers not to … Continue reading
An Answer (Zbigniew Herbert Poems)
This will be a night in deep snowwhich has the power to muffle stepsin deep shadow transformingbodies to two puddles of darknesswe lie holding our breathand even the slightest whisper of thought if we are not tracked down by wolvesand … Continue reading
The Dead (Kate Northrop Poems)
Their reward isthey become innocent again, and when they reappear in memorydeath has completely erasedthe blurs, given them boundaries. They rise and move through their new world with clean,clear edges. My grandmother, in particularhas become buoyant, unattached finally from her … Continue reading
Ang tunay na lalaki (The Real Man) Stalks in the Streets of New York (Nick Carbo Poems)
Looking to harvest what makes him happy.The AA meetings have thrownhim into iconoclastic jousts with Titansand Gorgons with glowing snake eyesand leather pants. This is lifewithout the Filipino bottle,without the star fruit boogie,without the ‘bomba’ films. He wears blackDr. Martens … Continue reading
The Impossible Ballade Of Whisky and Soda (H S Mackintosh Poems)
Sublime beverage, supreme tipple,The slick nectar (but the Haig’s slicker!)Which gods drew from a divine nippleAnd thick nights became a lot thicker.I’m Pict-Scot, which means a good picker,I thus drank, and through my veins flowed aBenign magic, yes, the true … Continue reading
Hurry Up Please It’s Time (Anne Sexton Poems)
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling off toward Nirvana. They are neat as a wallet, opening and closing on their coins, the quarters, the nickels, straight … Continue reading
Twardowski’s (Adam Mickiewicz Poems)
Eating, drinking, smoking, laughter,Reverly and wild to-do -They shake the inn from floor to rafterWith huzzahing and halloo. There Twardowski heads the table,Arms akimbo, pasha-wise, And he shouts,“Show what you’re able”Jokes and tricks and terrifies. Round a soldier playing bully,Scolding, … Continue reading
Kraj Majales (King Of May) (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the Naked, and the Communists create heavy industry but the heart is also heavy … Continue reading
Love Letter Written In A Burning Building (Anne Sexton Poems)
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our delectable knocks,and I wore movies in my eyes,and you wore eggs in your tunnel,and we played sheets, sheets, sheetsall day, … Continue reading
At a Certain Age (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers.White clouds refused to accept them, and the windWas too busy visiting sea after sea.We did not succeed in interesting the animals.Dogs, disappointed, expected an order,A cat, as always immoral, … Continue reading