Ai (Denise Duhamel Poem)
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock? It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan Like the mist ...
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
To my small Hearth His fire came -- And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden light ...
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But ...
The World -- feels Dusty When We stop to Die -- We want the Dew -- then -- Honors -- ...
The Sun retired to a cloud A Woman's shawl as big -- And then he sulked in mercury Upon a ...
The Dying need but little, Dear, A Glass of Water's all, A Flower's unobtrusive Face To punctuate the Wall, A ...
More Life -- went out -- when He went Than Ordinary Breath -- Lit with a finer Phosphor -- Requiring ...
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, And associates with a fan While her father abuts the tempest And abridges the ...
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown With spots of Burnish roasted on Is proof against the Sun Yet prone to shut its ...
You cannot put a Fire out -- A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan -- Upon ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
I do not love thee for that fair Rich fan of thy most curious hair; Though the wires thereof be ...
Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order as Divine; And when I see unblemish'd Virtue ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart, Which of itself complains, And mourns, with much and frequent smart, The evil it ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
The door it opened slowly, my father he came in, I was nine years old. And he stood so tall ...
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
I'll tell thee everything I can: There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
'Haddock's Eyes' or 'The Aged Aged Man' or 'Ways and Means' or 'A-Sitting On A Gate' I'll tell thee everything ...
I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
Now it is time to say what you have to say. The room is quiet. The whirring fan has been ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
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