Paralysis (Rupert Brooke Poem)
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, ...
All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day, And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's ...
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed ...
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Ah, you're just a copy of all the candy bars I've ever eaten. (Richard Brautigan)
I, from a window where the Meuse is wide, Looked eastward out to the September night; The men that in ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon, mention it in general to the moon on the ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
These little Songs, Found here and there, Floating in air By forest and lea, Or hill-side heather, In houses and ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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