Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
They deliver the edicts of God without delay And are exempt from apprehension from detention And with their God-given Petasus, ...
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
i Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heaven ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman When the world itself looked exhausted, revolving round the sun; when a bumble-bee sounded tired of humming ...
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
It does not matter in what language one writes. All language is foreign, incomprehensible. Every word, as soon as pronounced, ...
I woke up, but I was travelling, The train had rolled throughout the night, It was now going toward huge ...
Twain? Oh, yes, I've heard Mark Twain Heard him down to Pleasant Plain; Funny? Yes, I guess so. Folks Seemed ...
The faithless shadows of day are running And high and clear is the call of bells, Steps of the church ...
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
How admirable! to see lightning and not think life is fleeting. (Matsuo Basho)
Spring: A hill without a name Veiled in morning mist. The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
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