The Lambs on the Boulder (James Wright Poems)
I hear that the Commune di Padova has an exhibition of master- pieces from Giotto to Mantegna. Giotto is the ...
I hear that the Commune di Padova has an exhibition of master- pieces from Giotto to Mantegna. Giotto is the ...
I offer you my forests and my street-criesWith hands of double-patience under the clock,The antiseptic arguments and liesUttered before the ...
Our Trojan world is polarised to mourn;To dream and find a black spot on the sun,And wake to love and ...
Something black somewhere in the vistas of his heart.Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the moodto be a tulip and ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
I. (Macauley, who made it):Pour, varlet, pour the water,The water steaming hot!A spoonful for each man of us,Another for the ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,Love in her gear ...
One with his fervor shall informThe world, and one with all his sorrow:One sees a glad, unsetting morrow,One hears the ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
Something black somewhere in the vistas of his heart. Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood to be a ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in ...
After I wrote this, a friend scrawled on this page, "Yes." And I said, merely to myself, "I wish it ...
If I could blame it all on the weather, the snow like the cadaver's table, the trees turned into knitting ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
To the Williamson Brothers HIGH noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
(1) The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half ...
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a ...
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