The Art Of Preserving Health. Book II (John Armstrong Poems)
DIET.Enough of Air. A desart subject now,Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.A barren waste, where not a garland growsTo ...
DIET.Enough of Air. A desart subject now,Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.A barren waste, where not a garland growsTo ...
Fever, and crowds—and light that cuts your eyes—Men waiting in a long slow-shuffling linewith silent private faces, white and bleak.Long ...
Hulshorst, your name is likeforgotten iron, within the pinesand bitter conifers,rusts your station;where the north-bound trainwith an ungodly grindingcomes to ...
SEE his black nose snubbed back, pressed over like a whale's blow-holes,As if his nostrils were going to curve ...
515 Madison Avenuedoor to heaven? portalstopped realities and eternal licentiousnessor at least the jungle of impossible eagernessyour marble is bronze ...
- 1 -The mortal flesh must rotIn a life-forgotten spot.The soul ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
Said Lenin's ghost to Stalin's ghost: "Mate with me in the Tomb; Then day by day the rancid host May ...
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
All the air conditioners now slacken their hummed carrier wave. Once again we've served our three months with remissions in ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
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