Helen In Hollywood (Judy Grahn Poem)
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy, Counting no sheep and careless of chimes Welcoming the dawn ...
I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
Quickly coming, the curtains of white falling so heavy as the night gives way to bright falling, falling in sheets, ...
The lift of the breeze pushing against the leaf the water of the dew pulling at its edge The stem ...
The new earth descending like a carpet unrolling flowing down like God's robe filling the temple of old the whole ...
A white young paw, an orange tiger arm reaching, squeezed, under the bedroom door resting on the pile carpet, gently ...
Their days of glory ending, the green pushing out the yellow still full living blooms being driving out, interlopers green ...
Above the bluff, the scar, the clear-cut of the power lines, a forest of pine opens to the north Surrounded ...
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There's dew in the morning. Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Long dormant carpet of grey, of brown parched and pending poised for an awakening showers and warming a bursting of ...
In the small space the spare bedroom-sized place between the maple tree and the shrub, just beyond the dandelion patch ...
"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou that ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
There was a man who found two leaves and came indoors holding them out saying to his parents that he ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
A place of dryad and hamadryad, there are eyes here by the million. Many divert to watch me. Threatened, they ...
While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry And blackening east that so embitters March, Well-housed must watch ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke ...
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet- out the door picking a flower, ha! an old ...
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