Always For The First Time (Andre Breton Poems)
Always for the first timeHardly do I know you by sightYou return at some hour of the night to a ...
Always for the first timeHardly do I know you by sightYou return at some hour of the night to a ...
IAll all and all the dry worlds lever,Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,All from the oil, the pound of ...
There was once a man who made a weird machine,Employing dynamite and kerosene. His subsequent destruction ...
When the scheming Fusion fewSought to snare the Lib'ral crew,It was plain for all to view ...
Humble home. But rum, and charcoalGrog of sketches on the wall,And the cell becomes a mansion,And the garret is a ...
The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned with the ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
Ah, stay thy treacherous hand, forbear to trace Those faultless forms of elegance and grace! Ah, cease to spread the ...
1 OR, from that Sea of Time, Spray, blown by the wind-a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells; (O little ...
AS consequent from store of summer rains, Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing, Or many a herb-lined brook's reticulations, Or ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
This present tragedy will eventually turn into myth, and in the mist of that later telling the bell tolling now ...
I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
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