The Bush (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Said the Presidential SkeletonI won't sign the billSaid the Speaker skeletonYes you willSaid the Representative SkeletonI objectSaid the Supreme Court ...
We are a people living in shells and moving Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious; Watching the world from a corner ...
Superlatively sonorousLike a saxophone full of brass tacks and coffin-nails;Reverberantly rhythmical and rhythmically reverberantLike the quobbing of a foetus five ...
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure ...
We are a people living in shells and moving Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious; Watching the world from a corner ...
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
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