Identity (A. R. Ammons Poem)
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride into her pain ...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry. Let others ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
I THINK we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope Indeed beyond ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear Too calm and sad a face in front of thine; For we ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, ...
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