Rungate Rungate (Robert Hayden Poems)
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darknessand the darkness thicketed with shapes of terrorand the hunters pursuing and ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darknessand the darkness thicketed with shapes of terrorand the hunters pursuing and ...
IHe dines alone surrounded by reflectionsof himself. Then after sleep and benzedrinedescends the Cinquecento stair his magicwrought from hypochondria of ...
Then fled, O brethren, the wicked juba and wandered wandered farfrom curfew joys in the Dismal's night. Fool of St. Elmo's fireIn ...
Lord's lost Him His mockingbird, His fancy warbler; Satan sweet-talked her, four bullets hushed her. Who would have thought she'd end that way?Four bullets hushed ...
Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror and the hunters ...
(And I, I am no longer of that world) Naked, he lies in the blinded room chainsmoking, cradled by drugs, ...
Steel doors - guillotine gates - of the doorless house closed massively. We were locked in with loss. Guards frisked ...
The old woman across the way is whipping the boy again and shouting to the neighborhood her goodness and his ...
Her sleeping head with its great gelid mass of serpents torpidly astir burned into the mirroring shield-- a scathing image ...
When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful and terrible thing, needful to man as air, usable ...
No longer throne of a goddess to whom we pray, no longer the bubble house of childhood's tumbling Mother Goose ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
Today as the news from Selma and Saigon poisons the air like fallout, I come again to see the serene, ...
(For Maia and Julie) Drifting night in the Georgia pines, coonskin drum and jubilee banjo. Pretty Malinda, dance with me. ...
O masks and metamorphoses of Ahab, Native Son I The icy evil that struck his father down and ravished his ...
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