Flying Inside Your Own Body (Margaret Atwood Poem)
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
O SAD and heavy, should I part, But for her sake, sae far awa; Unknowing what my way may thwart, ...
ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the ...
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
O Rose! who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
I never gave a lock of hair away To a man, Dearest, except this to thee, Which now upon my ...
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... I well remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
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