A Carrion (Allen Tate Poems)
(From the French of Charles Baudelaire)Remember now, my Love, what piteous thingWe saw on a summer's gracious day:By the roadside ...
(From the French of Charles Baudelaire)Remember now, my Love, what piteous thingWe saw on a summer's gracious day:By the roadside ...
Slumbering I lay in melancholy bed, Before the dawning of the sanguin light: When Eccho Shrill, or some Familiar Spright ...
How thought you that this thing could captivate? What are those graces that could make her dear, Who ...
Well, after all the prattle buzzed around The soldier's victory, the miser's gold, The statesman's eloquence, the manifold And subtle ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
The little biplane that has the river-meadow for landing-field And carries passengers brief rides, Buzzed overhead on the tender blue ...
schnyder schnyder the bouncing spider had a song wound up inside her she'd had it taped on a silken spool ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
I crossed the parking lot The man in the convenience store beyond the gas pumps trying to cash already cashed ...
A big fat black dirigible of a fly careening around the office buzzed me, like a test pilot and the ...
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
How thought you that this thing could captivate? What are those graces that could make her dear, Who is not ...
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
I glanced at her and took my glasses off--they were still singing. They buzzed like a locust on the coffee ...
Two children (small), one Four, one Five, Once saw a bee go in a hive, They'd never seen a bee ...
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