Sonnet 104 – A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece (John Berryman Poem)
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
Oh destiny of Borges to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world or across that single and solitary ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: All the wonder and wealth ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
What is he buzzing in my ears? "Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
young girl with her south china sea eyes where an ocean wind sighs stands as she tries. in the silence ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede. ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Amy Margaret's five years old, Amy Margaret's hair is gold, Dearer twenty-thousand-fold Than gold, is Amy Margaret. "Amy" is friend, ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Plus quan se atque suos amavit omnes, nunc... - Catullus You were my playmate by the sea. We swam together. ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
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