Encounter (Rachel Korn Poems)
That's how they met,In a dream in the night,The young girl with loose, flying hairAnd the woman on toward sixty.The ...
That's how they met,In a dream in the night,The young girl with loose, flying hairAnd the woman on toward sixty.The ...
Among the fields the camomileSeems blown mist in the lightning's glare:Cool, rainy odors drench the air;Night speaks above; the angry ...
Seek not for me within a tomb;You shall not find me in the clay!I pierce a little wall of gloomTo ...
Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes,Nae stockin' on her feet;Her supple ankles white as snaw,Or early blossoms sweet.Her simple ...
A faithless shepherd courted me,He stole away my liberty.When my poor heart was strange to men,He came and smiled and ...
Sitteth by the red cairn a brown One, a hoofed One, High upon the mountain, where the grasses fail. Where ...
A sight that gives me much distress Is George without his trousers,Garbed, scantily, in bathing dress Proscribed by saintly Wowsers,And ...
With sagest craft Arachne workedHer web, and at a corner lurked,Awaiting what should plump her soon,To case it in the ...
Dickie found a broken spade And said he'd ...
Follow me, follow me, Over brake and under tree, Thro' the bosky tanglery, Brushwood and bramble! Follow me, follow me, ...
Somebody who should have been born is gone.Just as the earth puckered its mouth, each bud puffing out from its ...
(The Children's Hospital) The little mother to many I saw through the open door, And her patient face, on that ...
If I grow bitterly,Like a gnarled and stunted tree,Bearing harshly of my youthPuckered fruit that sears the mouth;If I make ...
For Ann London As you described your mastectomy in calm detail and bared your chest so I might see the ...
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
Somebody who should have been born is gone. Just as the earth puckered its mouth, each bud puffing out from ...
If I grow bitterly, Like a gnarled and stunted tree, Bearing harshly of my youth Puckered fruit that sears the ...
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