An Octopus (Marianne Moore Poems)
of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,it lies "in grandeur and in mass"beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;dots of cyclamen-red and ...
of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,it lies "in grandeur and in mass"beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;dots of cyclamen-red and ...
NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion ...
Argument:As I was going to Saint IvesI met seven wives.Every wife had seven sacks;Every sack had seven cats;Every cat had ...
Twenty abreast down the golden street, ten thousand riders marched;Bow-legged boys in their swinging chaps, all clumsily keeping time;And the ...
I am the Judge, the flower of the law,Bolstered in, privileged, all men's awe;When I am pleased to display my ...
Come let us prepare,Jolly hearts ev'ry where,Each shoemaker sing and be merry,Let mirth now abound,And bumpers go round,Of Claret, Champaign, ...
Little Miss Muffet discovered a tuffet,(Which never occurred to the rest of us)And, as 'twas a June day, and just ...
Gas flaring on the yellow platform; voices running up and down;Milk-tins in cold dented silver; half-awake I stare,Pull up the ...
Far over Elf-land poets stretch their sway,And win their dearest crowns beyond the goalOf their own conscious purpose; they controlWith ...
She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea, With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silence ...
I am the Judge, the flower of the law,Bolstered in, privileged, all men's awe;When I am pleased to display my ...
Here's the criminal's friend, delightful evening:come like an accomplice, with a wolf's loping:slowly the sky's vast vault hides each feature,and ...
i am a little church(no great cathedral)far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities-i do not worry if briefer ...
when hair falls off and eyes blur Andthighs forget(when clocks whisperand night shouts)When mindsshrivel and hearts grow brittler everyInstant(when of ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of ...
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