THREE PALINODIAS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
I. "Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,-- To mortals 'tis but poison." THE smoke that from thine altar ...
I. "Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,-- To mortals 'tis but poison." THE smoke that from thine altar ...
ON bridges small and bridges great Stands Nepomucks in ev'ry state, Of ...
Our bodies, like cloth dolls, immersed in the living waters of your holy word, living sacrifices each week given for ...
She sat beside me in the car a dark skirt a white, hand stitched blouse with bright Andean characters, dolls ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way And the rich little ...
Strange that the city thoroughfare, Noisy and bustling all the day, Should with the night renounce its care, And lend ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs -- The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner, pretending to be some sort of grocery. Coffeemakers and Bustello cans ...
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with ...
This girlchild was born as usual and presented dolls that did pee-pee and miniature GE stoves and irons and wee ...
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her ...
Our quarrel seemed a giant thing, It made the room feel mean and small, The books, the lamp, the furniture, ...
What is the matter with Mary Jane? She's crying with all her might and main, And she won't eat her ...
Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair. Younger than Dante found you ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
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