Nomenclature (Alan Dugan Poem)
My mother never heard of Freud and she decided as a little girl that she would call her husband Dick ...
My mother never heard of Freud and she decided as a little girl that she would call her husband Dick ...
My salt marsh -mine, I call it, because these day-hammered fields of dazzled horizontals undulate, summers, inside me and out- ...
I am the mother of sorrows, I am the ender of grief; I am the bud and the blossom, I ...
I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind ...
The Opening and the Close Of Being, are alike Or differ, if they do, As Bloom upon a Stalk. That ...
The Dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the Grass, And Winter instantly becomes An infinite Alas -- The tube uplifts a signal ...
He gave away his Life -- To Us -- Gigantic Sum -- A trifle -- in his own esteem -- ...
Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart Upon the hither side Has Dowers of Prospective To Denizens denied Inquire of ...
Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower And casually glance Would scarcely cause one to suspect The minor ...
Answer July -- Where is the Bee -- Where is the Blush -- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July ...
And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning rose Early and sere, its ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
THINK not, 'cause men flattering say You're fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That ...
THIS little vault, this narrow room, Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; The dawning beam, that 'gan to clear ...
To the tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings" When night comes, I am so flushed with wine, I undo ...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon ...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...
A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone; A sweeter flower did ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
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