Who Do You Say I Am (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What a question, what a test putting it on the line, with him right there in your face, after the ...
What a question, what a test putting it on the line, with him right there in your face, after the ...
It was as if the synapses were growing in my mind, as he spoke He was, God was connecting the ...
Okay, for those who don't speak German, the title of the poem is "A Boat in a Bottle" and that's ...
"Caliban, Trinculo, My insolent mates, Don't you know me?" It is Stephano. Pour me another mug of mead To block ...
Edit done (well, time ran out) Paper stamped and in Now the wait To validate or critique The thread, the ...
I'm in a new school I'm the new face With my great style, I'm here To brighten up the place ...
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it -- Block it up With Other -- and 'twill yawn ...
It's coming -- the postponeless Creature -- It gains the Block -- and now -- it gains the Door -- ...
I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come -- And we are waiting for the ...
I had not minded -- Walls -- Were Universe -- one Rock -- And far I heard his silver Call ...
Falsehood of Thee could I suppose 'Twould undermine the Sill To which my Faith pinned Block by Block Her Cedar ...
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -- Widths out of the Sun -- And look -- and shudder, ...
Death warrants are supposed to be An enginery of equity A merciful mistake A pencil in an Idol's Hand A ...
Absent Place -- an April Day -- Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow -- Drift may block ...
Does your semen smell like camembert? It's just a thought I had today at lunch, I must have had the ...
What a misfortune, although you are made for fine and great works this unjust fate of yours always denies you ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
The Renaissance men are aging now, having survived Industrialization's Original Sin and the Information Age flood; The need for specialization ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
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