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 ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Fairer through Fading -- as the Day Into the Darkness dips away -- Half Her Complexion of the Sun -- ...
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Filling her compact & delicious body with chicken páprika, she glanced at me twice. Fainting with interest, I hungered back ...
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ...
ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell, When deprived of her husband she loved so well, In respect for the ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake ...
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, Have put on black ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the ...
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: "Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use, Did after him the World seduce: And from the Fields the Flow'rs ...
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