Prophecy (Alfred Lichtenstein Poems)
Some day--I have signs--a mortal stormIs coming from the far north.Everywhere is the smell of corpses.The great killing begins.The lump ...
Some day--I have signs--a mortal stormIs coming from the far north.Everywhere is the smell of corpses.The great killing begins.The lump ...
Lay these words into the dead man's grave next to the almonds and black cherries--- tiny skulls and flowering blood-drops, ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white. He decided it glared much too whitely. He decided ...
On another night, the choice, the decision, would not seem so odd pizza for dinner, what could be wrong But, ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
A Burdock -- clawed my Gown -- Not Burdock's -- blame -- But mine -- Who went too near The ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
I remember Galileo describing the mind as a piece of paper blown around by the wind, and I loved the ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
A ray of sun strayed softly round, For something to caress, Until a resting place it found Of joy and ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire, Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned! His body lodged a rat ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself -- Infinite, green, utterly untouchable. Angels swim in it, ...
Central Park: Water Fight, Flight, and Tears June 1 2001, N.Y. C., U.S.A. (1) From the five boroughs of N.Y.C., ...
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