The Poem Cat (Erica Jong Poem)
Sometimes the poem doesn't want to come; it hides from the poet like a playful cat who has run under ...
Sometimes the poem doesn't want to come; it hides from the poet like a playful cat who has run under ...
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk ...
to the seaside to the seaside to the change and peace of mind to the easy la- zy holiday the ...
All this was written on the next day's list. On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots, pale but effective, ...
Like silken cocoons waiting for the metamorphosis the cars under the snow in cocoons of white Wondering what they would ...
Becoming like children peeling away the layers our experiences clouding our vision of God The lies of the world layer ...
leaves of the reeds, the grasses paint peeling on the wet clapboards like the curl of the flat ribbon pulled ...
In dying to ourselves, peeling our masks off, bare, raw, pure authentic emotion sharing with our brothers, our sisters True ...
Off the road, into the woods a makeshift lean-to fallen, dry, peeling bark a phalanx of dead pine saplings leaning ...
A cascade, a crescendo a waterfall a torrent daggers of ice, hanging from the rusty fire escape, menacing, hanging frozen ...
A small church long past its birth stained windows, stained ceilings, dark stain on the pews dark runners on the ...
For a few moments on the side of the house the main thing I was doing wasn't painting, not even ...
Peeling away the curtain that blocks them from the outside world the world of crickets, of wind, of gulls, of ...
Three young siren's all peeling in pain, of their own making set off by a punishment an accounting for misbehavior ...
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
Under the flat board The second rail Of the fence By the walk, Above the drop To the brook - ...
Dipping our bread in oil tins we talked of morning peeling open our rooms to a moment of almonds, olives ...
The stupid jerk I'm obsessed with stands so close to me I can feel his breath on my neck and ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
It is so peaceful on the ceiling! It is the Place de la Concorde. The little crystal chandelier is off, ...
A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics? Such pure leaps ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
The ship that took my mother to Ellis Island Eighty-three years ago was named "The Mercy." She remembers trying to ...
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