People Who Live (Erica Jong Poem)
People who live by the sea understand eternity. They copy the curves of the waves, their hearts beat with the ...
People who live by the sea understand eternity. They copy the curves of the waves, their hearts beat with the ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
Now the summer perch flips twice and glides a lateral fathom at the first cold rain, the surface near to ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
The beach different not coarse sand of rocky outcroppings smooth stones glistening at the water's edge Polished smooth contours not ...
Under the leaves, the stems the broad, dark-summer maples little pearls, half-droplets like upside-down bell curves heavy droplets stirring shaking, ...
An urgent call a race down the dark stairs a flicker of color as I ran outside an arc, His ...
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
The serpent dips his head beneath the sea His mother, source of all his energy Eternal, thence to draw the ...
The serpent dips his head beneath the sea His mother, source of all his energy Eternal, thence to draw the ...
Next the Son, the Stunning-Cantab: He suggested curves of beauty, Curves pervading all his figure, Which the eye might follow ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
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