To The Dead (Frank Bidart Poem)
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
Poems about drunk (51 Poems)
Herbert White (Frank Bidart Poem)
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
The Hideous Chair (Erin Belieu Poem)
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...
For Catherine: Juana, Infanta of Navarre (Erin Belieu Poem)
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
The Stranger (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
Town and Country (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
Mummia (Rupert Brooke Poem)
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
In Examination (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Lo! from quiet skies In through the window my Lord the Sun! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Freedom of Love (Andre Breton Poem)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
I would to heaven that I were so much clay (Lord Byron Poem)
I would to heaven that I were so much clay, As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling - Because ...
Dream Song 72: The Elder Presences (John Berryman Poem)
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered trees Henry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk. Over across them look ...
Benediction (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
Heretic’s Tragedy, The (Robert Browning Poems)
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
Nationality In Drinks (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
216. Song-Duncan Davison (Robert Burns Poem)
THERE was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, And she held o'er the moors to spin; There was a lad ...
A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
The History Of One Tough Motherfucker (Charles Bukowski Poem)
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Here I Am … (Charles Bukowski Poem)
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
It Takes a While to Disappear (Ralph Angel Poem)
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Senlin: His Futile Preoccupations (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
White Night (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...