The sun has burst the sky (Jenny Joseph Poem)
The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great ...
The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great ...
Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra, where Heaval mountain Lifts like ...
They have little tractors in their blood and all day the tractors climb up and down inside their arms and ...
He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He ...
I watch you walk up our front path, the entire right side of your body, stiff and unbending, your leg, ...
My mother's playing cards with my aunt, Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game my grandmother taught all her ...
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
A quiet resolve a sense of some closure; but the pain still there our innocence gone Without cheering no joy ...
How their feet must have been heaven on the Emmaus Road leading them from Jerusalem taking them back to their ...
Called to your grace your love, your service before I was born, so I am Lord, your servant willfully disobeying, ...
Looking When you hoped you had found Nameless, faceless Stranger For me Somewhere Out there Looking for me Ready to ...
ONCE on the kind of day called "weather breeder," When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, even as a man sitting ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
While joy gave clouds the light of stars, That beamed wher'er they looked; And calves and lambs had tottering knees, ...
Even if you cannot shape your life as you want it, at least try this as much as you can; ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
Poplars are standing there still as death And ghosts of dead men Meet their ladies walking Two by two beneath ...
(A Pharaoh Speaks.) I said, "Why should a pyramid Stand always dully on its base? I'll change it! Let the ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Often, to amuse themselves, the crew of the ship Would fell an albatross, the largest of sea birds, Indolent companions ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
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