Alma Venus! [Excerpt] (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house The gentleman lay graveward with his furies; Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from ...
When I was a boy at college, Filling up with classic knowledge, Frequently I wondered why Old Professor Demas ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet—ah, yet, how swift and tenderMy thoughts go back in time's dull ...
I was tired of being a woman,tired of the spoons and the post,tired of my mouth and my breasts,tired of ...
The little French doll was a dear little dollTricked out in the sweetest of dresses;Her eyes were of hueA most ...
Yes, I could trust, forever and a day, Thy constant heart to any worldling's wiles, Surround thy senses with the ...
It is the boy in me who's looking out the window, while someone across the street mends a pillowcase, clouds ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
As if they needed proof, confirmation that the words of the apostle were true God placed an exclamation point of ...
Divisions, difference, distinctions to separate, not of God's hands, human barriers invisible walls, of race, gender, of color, of culture ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
The little French doll was a dear little doll Tricked out in the sweetest of dresses; Her eyes were of ...
When I heard he had entered the harbor, and circled the wharf for days, I expected the worst: shallow water, ...
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, ...
I was tired of being a woman, tired of the spoons and the post, tired of my mouth and my ...
Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste ...
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
Some singers sing of ladies' eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike ways, And course ones ...
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