Elegiac Feelings American (Gregory Corso Poems)
1How inseparable you and the America you saw yet was neverthere to see; you and America, like the tree and ...
1How inseparable you and the America you saw yet was neverthere to see; you and America, like the tree and ...
One was a bay cowhorse from Piedra & the other was a washed out palominoAnd both stood at the rail ...
Things get broken at home like they were pushed by an invisible, deliberate smasher. It's not my hands or yours It wasn't the girls with their hard ...
There is no transcience of twilight in The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face, No flicker of a slender flame in space,In ...
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose ...
Because her body is a tender thing, Like powdered butterflies, that must remain Prideless, if any hand have brushed their ...
even a pencil has fear todo the posed body luckily madea pen is dreadfully afraidof her of this of the ...
the bigness of cannonis skilful,but i have seendeath's clever enormous voicewhich hides in a fragilityof poppies..i say that sometimeson these ...
the bigness of cannonis skilful,bit i have seendeath's clever enormous voicewhich hides in a fragilityof poppies...i say that sometimeson these ...
Seeping into our consciousness the images, the smells the lessons of the cherry blossoms the truths we know so well ...
A reminder of mortality in the falling blossoms captured on images the spirit of their nation The ancient screens images ...
Somehow appropriate the imagery of destruction the counterpoint of the blossoms the sacred cherry trees Something precious in the transience ...
That sweet subtle wonderful smell of spring, of renewal, of beauty, in the tiny flowers, the bunches bundles of pristine ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
There is no transcience of twilight in The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face, No flicker of a slender flame ...
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