False Country of the Zoo (Jean Garrigue Poems)
We are large with pity, slow and awkwardIn the false country of the zoo.For the beasts our hearts turn over ...
We are large with pity, slow and awkwardIn the false country of the zoo.For the beasts our hearts turn over ...
Do I sleep? Do I dream?Am I hoaxed by a scout?Are things what they seem,Or is Sophists about?Is our 'to ...
Through female subtlety intense,Or the good luck of innocence,Or both, my Wife, with whom I planTo pass calm evenings when ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with LotIn that first war, and had his realm restoredBut rendered tributary, failed ...
Sweet, kiss my eyelids close, and let me lie, On this old-fashioned sofa, in the dim And purple ...
_Xochipilli icuic._ 1. Ye cuicaya tocniuaya ouaya yeo, ye cuicaya ye quetzalcoxcuxayoaltica tlao cinteutla, oay. 2. Can quicaquiz nocuic ocoyoalle ...
Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;Whose Map no Voyager cou'd ...
Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;Whose Map no Voyager cou'd ...
Girls!You with the bobbed hair or Mary Pickford curls,Likewise you others Who still adopt the hair-dressing style, That makes the ...
On Dovrefeld, in Norway,Were once together seenThe twelve heroic brothersOf Ingeborg, the queen:And they were all magicians,Possest of mighty art,Who ...
What crass, abysmal ignorance! Forlorn! Despite his looks, the man must be half-witted!They gasped for air; they gazed on him ...
He shall be great who serves his country well. He shall be loved who ever guards her fame.His worth the ...
Oh, who would choose to be a traveler?—That anxious railway-guide unravelerWho spends his nights in berths and bunks,His days in ...
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To ...
What pleasures have great princes? These: to know Themselves reputed mad with pride or power; To speak few words -- ...
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
They threw me from the gates: my matted hair Was dank with dungeon wetness; my spent frame O'erlaid with marish ...
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