Statuary (Nick Flynn Poems)
Bees may be trusted, always,to discover the best, nay, the onlyhuman, solution. Let me citean instance; an event, that,though occurring ...
Bees may be trusted, always,to discover the best, nay, the onlyhuman, solution. Let me citean instance; an event, that,though occurring ...
I have never loved you yet, if now I love.If Love was born in that bright April skyAnd ran unheeding ...
cottages, circled by lindensmaples and willows (they no longerplant so many trees near houses now, wildunprofitable), a stream downhill, a ...
or Amy Vladeck or Riva FreifeldThat isna Henry limping. That's a hobbleclapped on mere Henry by the most high GODfor ...
Here, whenceall have departed orwill do, here airless, wherethat witchy ballwanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a green livingdrops limply ...
I listen to an inner song of wind,Whose wanton rhythmic hands so firmly beatA delicate tattoo against the mindAnd make ...
The birds return,The blossom brightens again the cherry bough.The hedges are green againIn the airless lane,And hedge and blossom and ...
Kuprianov and his dear lady Natasha after walking those swinish guests to the door prepare for bed.kuprianovsaid, taking off his ...
Watchman, what of the night? See you a streak of light? Whither, O Captain of the quest, ...
I sat at a high window till sleep despaired of meAnd all the anger in this small roomShook me for ...
What are these women up to? They've gone and strung Drapes over the windows, cutting out light And the slightest ...
I WAS a youth of studious mind, Fair Science was my mistress kind, And held me with attraction chemic; No ...
We from the sunless, airless trench,The mud, the muddy bread, the stench,Of No Man's Land, where English, French,And Germans rest,Came ...
I STAND upon my island home,My island home in Regent Street,And listen to the ceaseless foamOf traffic breaking at my ...
I stand and listen, head bowed, to my inner complaint. Persons passing by think I am searching for a lost ...
Bees may be trusted, always, to discover the best, nay, the only human, solution. Let me cite an instance; an ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
or Amy Vladeck or Riva Freifeld That isna Henry limping. That's a hobble clapped on mere Henry by the most ...
Here, whence all have departed orwill do, here airless, where that witchy ball wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
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