Sex With A Famous Poet (Denise Duhamel Poem)
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I ...
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I ...
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
When I was small, a Woman died -- Today -- her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac -- His ...
What did They do since I saw Them? Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the ...
The first Day's Night had come -- And grateful that a thing So terrible -- had been endured -- I ...
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten Tell -- this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears ...
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead Came the Darker Way -- Carriages -- Be Sure -- and Guests -- ...
A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person -- I would not be -- Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie -- ...
What is -- "Paradise" -- Who live there -- Are they "Farmers" -- Do they "hoe" -- Do they know ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
Let them not seek to discover who I was from all that I have done and said. An obstacle was ...
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight and as I lean against the door of sleep I begin to ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect ...
The critical attitude Strikes many people as unfruitful That is because they find the state Impervious to their criticism But ...
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every ...
Once I seen a human ruin In a elevator-well. And his members was bestrewin' All the place where he had ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
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