The New Creatures (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
A sudden roar, a mighty rushing sound,A jolt or two, a smoothly sliding rise,A tumbled blur of disappearing ground,And then all ...
Their rugs are sodden, their heads are down, their tails are turned to the storm;(Would you know them, you that ...
Good-bye to Dirty Kate's saloon —Walk 'er round!As we slither past the last sand dune —Walk 'er round!We're outward bound!Good-bye ...
I know who's scratching at the door.Clock, there's no use yawning.More than boards are loose in the floor-I wasn't born ...
Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim, the Faraway: "I have been looking at you, but your appearance is not strange—you ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
The lines grow slack in our hands at full high-water;The midnight rears in the sky; and beneath the boatAnother midnight, ...
If instead of windows so amply Frozen to precious stones we had A few statues against azure skies,Or a columned ...
Dot a dot dot dot a dot dot Spotting the windowpane. Spack a spack speck flick ...
No church-bell rings them from the Track, No pulpit lights theirblindness-- 'Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness That teach those Bushmen ...
The slow calving of a glacier, the sudden eruption of a once dormant volcano The birth of a rainbow at ...
I put two yellow peepers in an owl. Wow. I fix the grin of Crocodile. Spiv. I sew the slither ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
You were the one I wanted most to know So like yet unlike, like fire and snow, The casual voice, ...
Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska tae Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye: "That's whit I hate maist aboot fechtin' -- it makes ...
Me and Ed and a stretcher Out on the nootral ground. (If there's one dead corpse, I'll betcher There's a ...
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging, continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten veins of fire deep in the earth ...
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