An Aquarium (Amy Lowell Poem)
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
a lion at the door swallowed the day broken with spite at the inevitable chorus of pop songs sutured for ...
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
The whole world thirsty hungry for peace so much war, strife when will they cease Drenched with God's love so ...
What they must have seemed the disciples in the garden unable to stay awake asleep while the master prayed With ...
A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land - Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! A snug little berth in that ...
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift ...
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
The Orange bears with soft friendly eyes Who played with me when I was ten, Christ, before I'd left home ...
I believe that a young woman Is standing in a circle of lions In the other side of the sky. ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
These fought in any case, and some believing pro domo, in any case ..... Died some, pro patria, walked eye-deep ...
In memory of Dimitri Mitropoulos The harpist believes there is music in the skeletons of fish The French horn player ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
In the brutal nights we used to dream Dense violent dreams, Dreamed with soul and body: To return; to eat; ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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