Triple Feature (Denise Levertov Poem)
Innocent decision: to enjoy. And the pathos of hopefulness, of his solicitude: --he in mended serape, she having plaited carefully ...
Innocent decision: to enjoy. And the pathos of hopefulness, of his solicitude: --he in mended serape, she having plaited carefully ...
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Psalm 22 When fever burned the last light out of my ...
The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned with the ...
1. Sunlight There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the ...
I was six when I first saw kittens drown. Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee shits', Into a bucket; ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
IN the Shenandoah Valley, one rider gray and one rider blue, and the sun on the riders wondering. Piled in ...
THEY all want to play Hamlet. They have not exactly seen their fathers killed Nor their mothers in a frame-up ...
ON the street Slung on his shoulder is a handle half way across, Tied in a big knot on the ...
I AM a copper wire slung in the air, Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line ...
THERE was a high majestic fooling Day before yesterday in the yellow corn. And day after to-morrow in the yellow ...
IN the black pool of the midnight Lu has slung the morning star, And its foam in rippling silver whitens ...
And all that is this day. . . The boy with cap slung over what had been a face. .. ...
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round ...
The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has ...
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me ...
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