The Metaphysical Paintings (John Perreault Poems)
<i>1. The Enigma of Arrival</i>We are nude beneath our costumesas in the false myths we have been forcedto memorizeand there ...
<i>1. The Enigma of Arrival</i>We are nude beneath our costumesas in the false myths we have been forcedto memorizeand there ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,But where life throngs and seethes without ...
Beginning to dangle beneathThe wind that blows from the undermined wood, I feel the great pulley grind, The thread I cling to ...
"Just then I saw the bloody Hun" You saw the Hun? You, light and easy,Carving the soundless daylight. "I was ...
(AD ALBERTO BARBAVARA)L'Arte morra'!... o La splendidaArte che amiamo, o Alberto,Morra', come ingannevoleMiraggio del deserto!...Oh! Tu non sai l'angosciaChe in ...
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
Four miles at a leap, over the dark hollow land,To the frosted steep of the down and its junipers black,Travels ...
Great Michelangelo, with age grown bleakAnd uttermost labours, having once o'ersaidAll grievous memories on his long life shed,This worst regret ...
(For Aline) When you shall die and to the sky Serenely, delicately go, Saint Peter, when he sees you there, ...
It was a villainous spirit, snub-nosed, foul Of breath, thick-taloned and malevolent, That squatted within him wheresoever he went .......And ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
A picture of God remains in the recesses of my mind, an old resistant strain, a long dormant thread, a ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
We were three weeks Into term, Sheila, When you came Through the classroom door; Forty-four children Bent over books, Copying ...
So it has come to this insomnia at 3:15 A.M., the clock tolling its engine like a frog following a ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stone And Night and Day revealed, ...
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