Kiwi (May Swenson Poems)
Fruit without a stone, its shiny pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny black microdot seeds. Skin the color of khakiImagine a shaggy brown-green pelt that ...
Fruit without a stone, its shiny pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny black microdot seeds. Skin the color of khakiImagine a shaggy brown-green pelt that ...
Dawn:Sky, the soft blue of grasshopper's belly.Guava and custard apple trees all around, green as parrot feathers.A single star lingers ...
Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six or more. Whether at dusk or daybreak Or at ...
Claremont to Durham, regular drive, autopilot Rtes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4 Exit 5, New England College down the road ...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of ...
Go to sleep-though of course you will not- to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of ...
More than a catbird hates a cat, Or a criminal hates a clue, Or the Axis hates the United States, ...
Morning again, nothing has to be done, maybe buy a piano or make fudge. At least clean the room up ...
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