The Intruder (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
After the shutter's last closing when few remained, under the maple's boughs he was, instinctively, lovingly attending to her train; ...
The sun began to shine the petals unfurled precise order, sequence regimented, controlled synchronized blooming set down in the genetic ...
Up through the rich fertile soil of the garden the strong hyacinth grows like a pineapple's headdress the feathered leaves ...
How do they really understand, concepts that I would never have grasped at their age, I am sure, able to ...
He watched me oh so closely as I stalked him, took shot after shot the staccato of the shutter caused ...
It was a moment of fate a convergence of events that gave me an opportunity chance to capture spark in ...
Capturing an image on the pane of film burned by the shutter release aperture and speed snap, frozen really a ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -- When people have put out the Lights And everything that has an ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Bolt and bar the shutter, For the foul winds blow: Our minds are at their best this night, And I ...
I Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his 'Defence of Ignorance' how many poets Go mad or seem to be ...
They know not the green leaves; In whose earth-haunting dream Dimly the forest heaves, And voiceless goes the stream. Strangely ...
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I shall not care; Foolish am I to ...
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