The Great Explosion (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and ...
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
As I woke this morning, I remembered I remembered that day, the exact moment when I saw the towers, innocence ...
A watched pot, beginning to boil growing bubbles in the dimples the Teflon surface called to the ball, to dance, ...
Huge droplets explode in the puddles small lakes in the uneven surface craters in the alley, rivulets connecting them giant ...
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
Here, in the room of my life the objects keep changing. Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the ...
It is half winter, half spring, and Barbara and I are standing confronting the ocean. Its mouth is open very ...
1/ To whom words are mightier than swords Be warned, for woes may thee betide After our pride, land, offsprings ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girl is crouching with eyes and muscles clenched. Round and pebble smooth she ...
So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shame To extend all boundaries To fog ...
"Perhaps you'll tire of me," muses my love, although she's like a great city to me, or a park that ...
I is the total black, being spoken from the earth's inside. There are many kinds of open how a diamond ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
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