The Columbiad: Book X (Joel Barlow Poems)
The vision resumed, and extended over the whole earth. Present character of different nations. Future progress of society with respect ...
The vision resumed, and extended over the whole earth. Present character of different nations. Future progress of society with respect ...
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
My mother stands at the screen door, laughing."Out out damn Spot," she commands our silly dog.I wonder what this means. ...
To you, creation'smighty principle,matter and spiritreason and senseWhilst the winesparkles in cupslike the soulin the eyeWhilst earth andsun exchangetheir smiles ...
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like ...
When day is done and nature doesn't chooseThe light to her own taste,The spacious halls of autumn woodsStand open to ...
I've always wanted to play the partof that puckish pubescent Filipino boyin those John Wayne Pacific-War movies.Pepe, Jose, or Juanito ...
The low days of Novemberhave again returned, gray as a pail;at ease with the lessening lighton the faces of children.The ...
In a fragile vaseIn your chamber arePreserved butterfliesThat when touched byA brilliant sun rayTurn to mother-of-pearl,Pieces of iridescentEvening skyOr opaline ...
I was one so deeply drowned,That when the drag my body found,Twas void of motion, void of breath,And to sensation ...
THE proper way to eat a fig, in society,Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,And open ...
Absolute zero: the locust sings: summer's caught in eternity's rings: the rock explodes, the planet dies, we shovel up our ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
I like divorce. I love to compose letters of resignation; now and then I send one in and leave in ...
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