Cherrylog Road (James Dickey Poems)
Off Highway 106At Cherrylog Road I enteredThe '34 Ford without wheels,Smothered in kudzu,With a seat pulled out to runCorn whiskey ...
Off Highway 106At Cherrylog Road I enteredThe '34 Ford without wheels,Smothered in kudzu,With a seat pulled out to runCorn whiskey ...
Now, listen to me, folks...Hear what I say.You got to eat oysters everydayThey'll put your love life back on trackThey're ...
I.Fairest of the Destinies,Disarray thy dazzling eyes:Keener far thy lightnings areThan the winged thou bearest,And the smile thou wearestWraps ...
WHEN the vine again is blowing,Then the wine moves in the cask;When the rose again is glowing, Wherefore should I feel ...
WHEN the vine again is blowing,Then the wine moves in the cask;When the rose again is glowing,Wherefore should I feel ...
Ich fragte meine Schoene:Wie soll mein Lied dich nennen?Soll dich als Dorimene,Als Galathee, als Chloris,Als Lesbia, als Doris,Die Welt der ...
COME , SESTOS and ABYDOS , aid my song;To you these elegiac strains belong.Your griefs with mine, ye wretched cities, ...
TO APHRODITEI.Oh, thou most lovely and most beautiful!- Wherever cooingly thy white doves lull Thy bright eyes to soft slumber; ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its towerTicks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour:At the deep sudden ...
CHLORINDA in the slipping gown Unblushingly parades her soul For clinical inspection as Example of the Sapphic r?le;While Doris shudders ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets ...
The porchlight coming on again, Early November, the dead leaves Raked in piles, the wicker swing Creaking. Across the lots ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
WHEN the vine again is blowing, Then the wine moves in the cask; When the rose again is glowing, Wherefore ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, Laves in ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
(with apologies to Frederic Taber Cooper) I well recall (and who does not) The circus bill-board hippopotamus, whose wide distended ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
"Flowers, only flowers -- bring me dainty posies, Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said; So we sacked our ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
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