Hard Rock Returns To Prison From The Hospital For The Criminal Insane (Etheridge Knight Poem)
Hard Rock/ was/ "known not to take no shit From nobody," and he had the scars to prove it: Split ...
Hard Rock/ was/ "known not to take no shit From nobody," and he had the scars to prove it: Split ...
I have abhorred the wars and despised the liars, laughed at the frightened And forecast victory; never one moment's doubt. ...
Con the dead page as 'twere live love: press on! Cold wisdom's words will ease thy track for thee; Aye, ...
from late december onwards the day comes back but not till february do we see those glimpses that let us ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
The youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling In a dim library, just behind the chair From which the ancient ...
Look at my knees, That island rising from the steamy seas! The candles a tall lightship; my two hands Are ...
Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and ...
The soft snow giving the bite of the shovel catching the sand thrown covering the sidewalk the blacktop frozen glaze ...
Biting of the forbidden fruit dying to our God no longer his creation sentient, dying in their wisdom after following ...
Understanding, from the beginning awe and respect, aware our distance from you humbling ourselves wisdom in fear before you Creator ...
Not our equal merely in his image a pale copy, feet of clay dust into whom you alone breathe life ...
Honor, respect, and fear shades of meaning to understand the first step the beginning of wisdom Always present, all powerful ...
My back, my muscles loosening, becoming limber applying the liniment of work the rhythmic motion, the shovel biting in the ...
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
In the beginning, we were afraid we knew our nakedness biting into the flesh of the fruit of the forbidden ...
One asketh: "Tell me, Myrson, tell me true: What's the season pleaseth you? Is it summer suits you best, When ...
cocooned in thermal underwear thick overcoat, scarf and woolly hat to withstand the biting mountain air in the valley below ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon--the last dispatch. ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Behold I bring you tidings of great joyâ?" especially now that the snow & gale are stillâ?" for Henry is ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
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