The Ship of Death (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
The scripture calling us to be salt to remember the earth from whence our bodies come To be a light ...
thin, fine, airy, lines only brush strokes in the heavens ribbons, painted, effortlessly mascara lashes, vertically written as if on ...
Even from my speeding car, a half mile or more away They cut silently through the skin of the lake ...
An old political sign like a seedling pushing up out of newly-tilled earth, rose anew, crabgrass really up out of ...
It was the white breast of the raptor, stoic in the aged tree sitting motionless, drinking in the light of ...
Claremont to Durham, regular drive, autopilot Rtes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4 Exit 5, New England College down the road ...
Like an army general on parade reviewing the troops in the convoy tooling down the highway into battle I drove ...
Thus, some tall tree that long hath stood The glory of its native wood, By storms destroyed, or length of ...
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything, ...
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything, ...
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
HOW cold is that bosom which folly once fired, How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten'd; How ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I ...
I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it ...
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! I hear her great ...
I sit in the dusk. I am all alone. Enter a child and an ice-cream cone. A parent is easily ...
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
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