Angels (B H Fairchild Poems)
Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from collegeone winter, hauling a load of Herefordsfrom Hogtown to Guymon with a pint ofEzra Brooks ...
Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from collegeone winter, hauling a load of Herefordsfrom Hogtown to Guymon with a pint ofEzra Brooks ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings.—I'm not so young but not so very old,said screwed-up lovely 23.A final sense of ...
Talking with my beloved in New York I stood at the outdoor public telephone in Mexican sunlight, in my purple ...
(Rainer Maria Rilke) He went up under the gray leaves All gray and lost in the olive lands And laid ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
There is an eye, there was a slit. Nights walk, and confer on him fear. The strangler tree, the dancing ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings. â?"I'm not so young but not so very old, said screwed-up lovely 23. A ...
I want to beg you, as much as I can, to be patient toward all that is unresolved in your ...
Barbarous insult to Yeats' memory and Claudel's Allen, thank God you are dead, you who breathed the air of Apollinaire, ...
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his 'Defence of Ignorance' how many poets Go mad or seem to be ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
(After Rilke) Spring has returned! Everything has returned! The earth, just like a schoolgirl, memorizes Poems, so many poems. ... ...
(After Rilke) The city floats no longer like a bait To hook the nimble darting summer days. The glazed and ...
Nothing is given which is not taken. Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired, freely, truly and ...
(After Rilke) We cannot know the indescribable face Where the eyes like apples ripened. Even so, His torso has a ...
The autumn feels slowed down, summer still holds on here, even the light seems to last longer than it should ...
Wherever the dead are there they are and Nothing more. But you and I can expect To see angels in ...
Whoever has no house now will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone Will sit, read, write long ...
Four Translations Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the ...
Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize, unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric: as I in my spirit burned, ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
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