Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
You take my hand and I'm suddenly in a bad movie, it goes on and on and why am I ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight-- instead ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the ...
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