Hurry Up Please It’s Time (Anne Sexton Poems)
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Master only left old MistusOne bright and handsome boy;But she fairly doted on him,He was her pride and joy.We all ...
An Elegy for Tristan TzaraIn the hungry kitchenThe dog sings for its dinner.The housewife is writing her poemOn top of ...
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night ...
I wish that the May Term were over, That its wearisome pleasures were o'er, And I were reclining in ...
Here's the criminal's friend, delightful evening:come like an accomplice, with a wolf's loping:slowly the sky's vast vault hides each feature,and ...
They are going to pull down the old rectory next year,So I hear,And put up an ugly little redBrick one ...
'Night. Fog. Tall through the murky gloomThe coloured lights of signals loom,And underneath my boot I feelThe long recumbent lines ...
Put on a clean shirtbefore you die, some Russian said.Nothing with drool, please,no egg spots, no blood,no sweat, no sperm.You ...
Third day, third month festival, and the air fresh with spring;beside Serpentine Lake in Chang'an, many lovely women ...
DOWN to the sand-covered earth. Straw from the harvested fields soiled our feet; Dust from the high-roads, Smoke from the ...
In the sky the howitzers no longer explode,The cannoneers rest next to their guns.The infantry pitch tents now,And the pale ...
god made seas to play besideand rugs to cover dogsgod made cars for holidaysand beetles under logsgod made kitchens so ...
The fat lady came out first, tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady who turns dying octopuses inside ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley... No kitchens on the run, no striking camp... We moved quick and ...
THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Put on a clean shirt before you die, some Russian said. Nothing with drool, please, no egg spots, no blood, ...
America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize ...
Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange ...
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