The Panic Bird (Robert Phillips Poems)
just flew inside my chest. Somedays it lights inside my brain,but today it's in my bonehouse,rattling ribs like a birdcage.If ...
just flew inside my chest. Somedays it lights inside my brain,but today it's in my bonehouse,rattling ribs like a birdcage.If ...
ACROSS the hill on which the ancient tree -The patriarchal tree - for centuriesHath stood, the south winds howl in ...
Consider me a memory, a dream that passed away;Or yet a flower that has blown and shattered in a day;For ...
We often hear men boast about the land which gave them birth,And each one thinks his native land the fairest ...
The stir of leaves, the chilly morning air Were like delirium; half awake Jaws clamped; the dawn beyond the Kama ...
The success of the Scout movement throughout the whole world has been amply proven by the present triumphant gathering in ...
They called me the weakling, the simpleton,For my brothers were strong and beautiful,While I, the last child of parents who ...
Imprimis he was "broke." Thereafter left His Regiment and, later, took to drink; Then, having lost the balance of his ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
At the end there were straws in her glove compartment, I'd split them open to taste the familiar bitter residue, ...
With sweetness unabated Informed the hour had come With no remiss of triumph The autumn started home Her home to ...
Not any more to be lacked -- Not any more to be known -- Denizen of Significance For a span ...
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
for my father, 1922-1944 Your face did not rot like the others--the co-pilot, for example, I saw him yesterday. His ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Your boy once touched me, yes. I knew you knew when your wet, reddened gaze drilled into me, groped through ...
for my father, 1922-1944 Your face did not rot like the others--the co-pilot, for example, I saw him yesterday. His ...
Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean And so she thought she'd soak 'em in ...
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows Settle around, and whose small chamber grows Dusk as the sloping window ...
They called me the weakling, the simpleton, For my brothers were strong and beautiful, While I, the last child of ...
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