Embrace Noir (Nick Flynn Poem)
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
Blood has been harder to dam back than water. Just when we think we have it impounded safe Behind new ...
I'll tell of the Battle of Hastings, As happened in days long gone by, When Duke William became King of ...
THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of ...
O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the ...
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple ...
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush I hear the level Bee -- A Jar across the Flowers goes ...
1 On Linden, when the sun was low, 2 All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, 3 And dark as winter ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
On the wide level of a mountain's head, (I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place) Their pinions, ostrich-like, ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense ...
HOW sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
When melancholy Autumn comes to Wembley And electric trains are lighted after tea The poplars near the stadium are trembly ...
I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort ...
(Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.) Come away! Come away! Ye are sober and dull through ...
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
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