The Summer Girl (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,With her eyes ...
She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,With her eyes ...
I don't know as I get what D. H. Lawrence is driving at when he ...
In everything I seek to graspThe fundamental:The daily choice, the daily task,The sentimental.To plumb the essence of the past,The first ...
na may sta da nari shudi dy pakarna da zulfi wal pa wal laka khamarna da bati pashan danga ghari ...
As the fierce faun, on the cypress-bearded cape,Desires the sea-girl, seen with billow-driftedHair the color of kelp and shadowy-riftedVulva that ...
You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
Having picked the final datum From the universe And fixed it in its column, Named the causes of infinity, Performed ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her neck, glistening with sweat in the evaporate moonlight ... ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her ...
High-heels were struggling with a full-length dress So that, between the wind and the terrain, At times a shining stocking ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
Blue, but you are Rose, too, and buttermilk, but with blood dots showing through. A little salty your white nape ...
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed His great sow: Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid In ...
There are days when one should be able to pluck off one's head like a dented or worn helmet, straight ...
She wakens early remembering her father rising in the dark lighting the stove with a match scraped on the floor. ...
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