His Shield (Marianne Moore Poems)
The pin-swin or spine-swine(the edgehog miscalled hedgehog) with all his edges out, echidna and echinoderm in distressed-pin-cushion thorn-fur coats, the spiny ...
The pin-swin or spine-swine(the edgehog miscalled hedgehog) with all his edges out, echidna and echinoderm in distressed-pin-cushion thorn-fur coats, the spiny ...
Tonight the wind gnawsWith teeth of glass,The jackdaw shiversIn caged branches of iron,The stars have talons.There is hunger in the ...
Tonight the wind gnaws with teeth of glassThe jackdaw shivers in caged branches of ironThe stars have talonsThere is hunger ...
The snail moves like aHovercraft, held up by aRubber cushion of itself,Sharing its secretWith the hedgehog. The hedgehogShares its secret ...
LEMMINKAINEN'S RESTORATION.Lemminkainen's aged motherAnxious roams about the islands,Anxious wonders in her chambers,What the fate of Lemminkainen,Why her son so long ...
There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the Ӕgean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony, The ...
Old stories tell how HerculesA dragon slew at Lerna,With seven heads, and fourteen eyes,To see and well discern-a:But he had ...
1 Who'll be honoured and praised,who'll be ...
In Animal House (by which title I callA dwelling whose true name is not that at all)There are dogs on ...
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
This is winter, this is night, small love -- A sort of black horsehair, A rough, dumb country stuff Steeled ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
I'd tear like a wolf at bureaucracy. For mandates my respect's but the slightest. To the devil himself I'd chuck ...
you've seen a strawberry that's had a struggle; yet was, where the fragments met, a hedgehog or a star- fish ...
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