Poem For My Twentieth Birthday (Kenneth Koch Poems)
Passing the American graveyard, for my birthdaythe crosses stuttering, white on tropical green,the years' quick focus of faces I do ...
Passing the American graveyard, for my birthdaythe crosses stuttering, white on tropical green,the years' quick focus of faces I do ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
At the coming up of Phoebus the all-luminous charioteer,Double-visaged stand the mountains in imperial multitudes,And with shadows dappled men sing ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist ...
I stood upon a crowded thoroughfare,Within a city's confines, where were metAll classes and conditions, and surveyed,From a secluded niche ...
O jeune adolescent! tu rougis devant moi. Vois mes traits sans couleurs; ils p?lissent pour toi: C'est ton front virginal, ...
Behold the undergraduate -- A most amusing fellowIn all his jesting up-to-date --His sense of humor is so great, His ...
Alle avait, sous sa toque d'martre,Sur la butt'Montmartre,Un p'tit air innocent;On l'app'lait Rose, alle ?tait belle,A sentait bon la fleur ...
i have seen her a stealthily frailflower walking with its fellows in the deathof light, against whose enormous curves of ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
"Caliban, Trinculo, My insolent mates, Don't you know me?" It is Stephano. Pour me another mug of mead To block ...
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
Two nights I have dreamed of you Once as an adolescent, evanescent Yet tangible still to the spirit's touch, Then ...
'Leeds welcomes you' in flowers Garlanding the white stuccoed tower Of City Station: red on green As poetry's demon seizes ...
Mornings like this I awaken and wonder How I have moved so far, how I have moved so little And ...
I want a true history of my city FUCK THE DE LACY FAMILY AND DOUBLE FUCK JOHN OF GAUNT ESPECIALLY ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
NOTE.-The following imaginary dialogue between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, which is not based upon any specific incident in American ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
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