Little Sleep’s-Head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight (Galway Kinnell Poems)
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil." And he answered: Of ...
A singular sound, a permanency, masculine certainty, sudden heavy, final, unrelenting the sound of authority, no free will no choices ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by ...
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?-- He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw ...
ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might ...
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That She, dear She, might take some pleasure of ...
(He speaks.) Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking! Swinging down the tawny lanes with head held high; Striding up ...
Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow; "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and ...
From torrid heat to frigid cold I've rovered land and sea; And now, with halting heart I hold My grandchild ...
AS one who having wandered all night long In a perplexed forest, comes at length In the first hours, about ...
I have a hoard of treasure in my breast; The grange of memory steams against the door, Full of my ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall Its veil. I see ...
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