The Fly (Karl Shapiro Poems)
O hideous little bat, the size of snot,With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes,To populate the stinking cat you walkThe promontory ...
O hideous little bat, the size of snot,With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes,To populate the stinking cat you walkThe promontory ...
"I have twankled the strings of the twinkering rain; I have burnished the meteor's mail; I have bridled the wind When he whinnied ...
NowLet's look for birds!The tall iron branchesin the forest,The densefertility on the ground.The worldis wet.A dewdrop or raindropshines,a diminutive staramong ...
BLESS us, and save us! What's here?Pop!At a bound,A tiny brown creature, grotesque in his grace,Is sitting before us, and ...
Thirty feet from my windows,an old kennel-wire fencethickly grown over with honeysuckle,poison ivy, and wild rosesjust beginning to openinto the ...
Both fair and rosy, too, are the Adam Khel Afridi maids;Indeed, amongst them, all sorts of pretty lasses there are-With ...
Oh! oh! the delight of beholding delight!The thing that should be if the world went rightScope for all fitness and ...
Out of lemon flowersloosedon the moonlight, love'slashed and insatiableessences,sodden with fragrance,the lemon tree's yellowemerges,the lemonsmove downfrom the tree's planetariumDelicate merchandise!The ...
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,what secret knowledge is clasped between your ...
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece,Diminutive, but room enough . . like clayTo finger eager on some torrid ...
I stood upon a crowded thoroughfare,Within a city's confines, where were metAll classes and conditions, and surveyed,From a secluded niche ...
Dozens of damp little curls; One little short upper lip; Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls; Eyes clear and ...
There's a legend that's told of a gypsy who dwelt In the lands where the pyramids be; And ...
i am a little church(no great cathedral)far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities-i do not worry if briefer ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
Nicky said I couldn't write, she's got a charming sense of social etiquette - given she's a bitch (the canine ...
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
The unrelated paragraphs of morning Are forgotten now; the severed heads of kings Rot by the misty Thames; the roses ...
Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
This golden head has wit in it. I live Again, and a far higher life, near her. Some women like ...
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