Hornworm: Autumn Lamentation (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
Since that first morning when I crawled into the world, a naked grubby thing, and found the world unkind, my ...
Since that first morning when I crawled into the world, a naked grubby thing, and found the world unkind, my ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
Written for John Lockwood Kipling's They killed a Child to please the Gods In Earth's young penitence, And I have ...
Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something. The west wind is dead, the waves Forget to hate the ...
When the swans turned my sister into a swan I would go to the lake, at night, from milking: The ...
Cool Morning spit on bladed grass. A Thousand silky fingers tickling toes. The strong scent of natures freshly cut hair. ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
I see your face when I close my eyes. Every feature, every emotion Fills me with joy. Your smile thrills ...
Every day that I fall asleep without you by my side feeling your warmth the smell of you the taste ...
Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way, No chickadee was troubled, small moss smiled on his swift passage. ...
Henry's pelt was put on sundry walls where it did much resemble Henry and them persons was delighted. Especially his ...
When I went by the meadow gate The chestnut mare would trot to meet me, And as her coming I ...
Said a monkey unto me: "How I'm glad I am not you! See, I swing from tree to tree, Something ...
I The Moon is like a ping-pong ball; I lean against the orchard wall, And see it soar into the ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
A bonny bird I found today Mired in a melt of tar; Its silky breast was silver-grey, Its wings were ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic ...
Dear Goddess of Corn, whom the ancients we know, (Among other odd whims of those comical bodies,) Adorn'd with somniferous ...
I said coffee I didn't say, "would you like to cup my warm soft breasts in your un-calloused, long, tapered, ...
(A Negro Sermon.) Once, in a night as black as ink, She drove him out when he would not drink. ...
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