Menstruation At Forty (Anne Sexton Poems)
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh ...
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
An old woman likes to melt her husband. She puts him in a melting device, and he pours out the ...
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
RESPONDEZ! Respondez! (The war is completed-the price is paid-the title is settled beyond recall;) Let every one answer! let those ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
God loafs around heaven, without a shape but He would like to smoke His cigar or bite His fingernails and ...
1/ One sorriest thing in life is our capacity with which we think that we think. Some do it with ...
A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry To you, my aunt, who would explore The ...
"Angels of the love affair, do you know that other, the dark one, that other me?" 1. ANGEL OF FIRE ...
Some ghosts are women, neither abstract nor pale, their breasts as limp as killed fish. Not witches, but ghosts who ...
What guts he had, the Dago lad Who fought that Frenchman grim with guile; For nigh an hour they milled ...
Ah, but the City of Pain: how strange its streets are: the false silence of sound drowning sound, and there--proud, ...
A life hauls itself uphill through hoar-mist steaming the sun's tongue licking leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid When? When? ...
In the World language, sometimes called Airport Road, a thinks balloon with a gondola under it is a symbol for ...
Vous êtes sorti sain et sauf des basses calomnies, vous avey conquis les coeurs. Zola, J'accuse One was kicked in ...
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