from imperfect Eden (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
Weak but alive dying yet still alive huge eyes round like golf balls white as bones Bony framed fleshless Pus ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Full from the meal dizzy from the wine the disciples in the garden fast asleep at night While they lay ...
We are perched, walking on the edge of an errant planet, off-kilter and dizzy wobbling off course in its orbit ...
cocooned in thermal underwear thick overcoat, scarf and woolly hat to withstand the biting mountain air in the valley below ...
The floor is something we must fight against. Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human stance, it is that place ...
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel -- Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As 'twere a ...
What shall I do -- it whimpers so -- This little Hound within the Heart All day and night with ...
Those fair -- fictitious People -- The Women -- plucked away From our familiar Lifetime -- The Men of Ivory ...
At break of day we rested, the contest of our wills declined to wrest the peace away and where the ...
In the prologue to her Alexiad, Anna Comnena laments her widowhood. Her soul is dizzy. "And with rivers of tears," ...
At the back of the noisy café bent over a table sits an old man; a newspaper in front of ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
Are they clinging to their crosses, F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses, Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Old Pussy-cat if he won't eat, he don't feel good into his tum', old Pussy-cat. He wants to have eaten. ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
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