In The Public Library (Lesbia Harford Poems)
Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and armUpraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.Her sleeve slid up like darkness ...
Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and armUpraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.Her sleeve slid up like darkness ...
By the dry road the fathers cough and spit,This is their room. They are the ones who hungThat bloody sun ...
Southerly, mercantile, fatheredby unlikely giants, bawling fit horrorsat any addled Dutchman scoutingsanguine empire, this coast stipulatedbones, ground them in shoals, teeming ...
Fathered by March, the daffodils are here.First, all the air grew keen with yesterday,And once a thrush from out some ...
3What can I do, blind and outcastIn a world where all are fathered and sighted,Where passions go over anathemasAs if ...
A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, " I wait foryou among the quivering of unborn May, ...
Gyved and chained in his father's home, He toiled 'neath a conqueror's rule;Bowed to the earth in the land of ...
(1)One night I dreamt that in a gleaming hallYou played, and overhead the air was sweetWith waving kerchiefs; then a ...
These were his songs. Now he has broken them. All he has made, that has he also slain:Seeing my beauty ...
To E. E. CummingsI see the horses and the sad streetsOf my childhood in an agate eyeRoving, under the clean ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, " I wait for you among the quivering of unborn ...
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died The darkest way, and did not turn away, A cold kind ...
I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye, Shifting to ...
Unlovely city, to which few tourists come With squinting cameras and alien hats; Left under a cloud by those who ...
First Ghost To sepulcher my mouldy bones I bough a pile of noble stones, And half a year a sculptor ...
All day he lay upon the sand When summer sun was bright, And let the grains sift through his hand ...
Franklin fathered bastards fourteen, (So I read in the New Yorker); If it's true, in terms of courtin' Benny must ...
Science, that simple saint, cannot be bothered Figuring what anything is for: Enough for her devotions that things are And ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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