Meditation Sixty-Two (Edward Taylor Poems)
Second SeriesCanticle 1: 12: While the king sitteth at his table,my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.Oh! thou, my Lord, ...
Second SeriesCanticle 1: 12: While the king sitteth at his table,my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.Oh! thou, my Lord, ...
Commute with me, my Love, and be merry;How vain in the City to dwellWhen apple-trees blow in Dobbs' FerryAnd lilacs ...
They sing of the puncher--that knight of the range who rounds up the bellerin' steer;Who rides at the head of ...
When a button rolls under the bureau The search is a woeful affair;And the humorous weekly describes it but meekly ...
The stars are steady abune;I' the water they flichter and flee;But, steady aye, luikin doonThey ken theirsels i' the sea.A' ...
He doesn't care that I'm not rich, Or that I'm poorly dressed, That I'm a toiler in the ditch He ...
We don't get any too much light; It's pretty noisy, too, at that;The folks next door stay up all night; ...
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
I've trod the links with many a man, And played him club for club; 'Tis scarce a year since I ...
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
Saint Peter stood, at Heaven's gate, All souls claims to adjudicate Saying to some souls, "Enter in!" "Go to Hell," ...
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
SIR, o'er a gill I gat your card, I trow it made me proud; "See wha taks notice o' the ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
as old zagreb lies there on the wait for a young friend driving, i question myself, "Do you love nausea?"; ...
Said he: "You saw the Master clear; By Rushy Pond alone he sat, Serene and silent as a seer, in ...
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