Three Valentines to the Wide World (Mona Van Duyn Poems)
IThe child disturbs our view. Tow-head bent, shestands on one leg and folds up the other. She is listeningto the ...
IThe child disturbs our view. Tow-head bent, shestands on one leg and folds up the other. She is listeningto the ...
Leo bends over his desk Gazing at a memorandum While Stuart stands beside him With a smile, saying, "Leo, the order for those desks Came ...
The stooks of corn stand shaggy and heavylike a drove of mighty oxen.Cows grazedown by the shoreand lie far awaylike ...
When sorrow lays us lowfor a second we are savedby humble windfallsof the mindfulness or memory:the taste of a fruit, ...
When sorrow lays us lowfor a second we are savedby humble windfallsof the mindfulness or memory:the taste of a fruit, ...
The great hanging weak teat of Indiaon the mapThe Fingernail of MalayaThe Wall of ChinaThe Korea Ti-Pousse ThumbThe Salamander Japanthe ...
It is an old piano, belonged to a grandmother, dead in another century. And it plays and it cries and ...
Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six or more. Whether at dusk or daybreak Or at ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
On the summer road that ran by our front porch Lizards and snakes came out to sun. It was hot ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
Henry sats in de bar & was odd, off in the glass from the glass, at odds wif de world ...
When sorrow lays us low for a second we are saved by humble windfalls of the mindfulness or memory: the ...
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt ...
Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each Nazi took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby and sauteed ...
Take away your knowledge, Doktor. It doesn't butter me up. You say my heart is sick unto. You ought to ...
A red-hot needle hangs out of him, he steers by it as if it were a rudder, he would get ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
In flat America, in Chicago, Graceland cemetery on the German North Side. Forty feet of Corinthian candle celebrate Pullman embedded ...
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
Cat stands at the fridge, Cries loudly for milk. But I've filled her bowl. Wild cat, I say, Sister, Look, ...
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