Colder (Erica Jong Poem)
He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks ...
He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not, A thing forgot, Once a poor creature, now a wonder, A ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow." And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. ...
I came home and found a lion in my room... A ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Like a giant game of blocks is the washing of dishes of a family of five even when only the ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
The first speaker said Fear fire. Fear furnaces Incinerators, the city dump The faint scratch of a match. The second ...
Do we reach the sea with clocks In our pockets, with the noise of the sea In the sea, or ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning like an orphan's. Or the one knives carve into ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
AS Tam the chapman on a day, Wi'Death forgather'd by the way, Weel pleas'd, he greets a wight so famous, ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in ...
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