Buick (Karl Shapiro Poems)
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spineAnd a keel as steel as a root ...
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spineAnd a keel as steel as a root ...
WHEN I went into my room, at mid-morning,Say ten o'clock . . .My room, a crash-box over that great stone ...
(A EMILIO PRAGA)La forma son le tenebre,E la luce e' l'Idea;La Forma e' il rito, il simboloDel pensiero che crea;Il ...
WET almond-trees, in the rain,Like iron sticking grimly out of earth;Black almond trunks, in the rain,Like iron implements twisted, hideous, ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ...
My life, like a rocket, makes a parabola flying in darkness, -- no rainbow for traveler. There once lived an ...
At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, ...
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