Sunday Afternoons (Erica Jong Poem)
I sit at home at my desk alone as I used to do on many sunday afternoons when you came ...
I sit at home at my desk alone as I used to do on many sunday afternoons when you came ...
Comrades, if I don't live to see the day -- I mean,if I die before freedom comes -- take me ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
The devotional asked a different, a challenging question, asking how I am "unique in creation" A thought not easily answered ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert's grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was ...
I'll tell you the story of Jonah, A really remarkable tale; A peaceful and humdrum existence he had Until one ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
The fruit rolled by all day. They prayed the cogs would creep; They thought about Saturday pay, And Sunday sleep. ...
Catch, my Uncle Jack said and oh I caught this huge apple red as Mrs Kelly's bum. It's red as ...
A pathetic tragedy I will relate, Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate, Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas, On ...
Unspeakable. The word that fills up the poem, that the head tries to excise. At 6 a.m., the wet lion. ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
I leaned against the mantel, sick, sick, Thinking of my failure, looking into the abysm, Weak from the noon-day heat. ...
White, white in the milky night The moon danced over a tree. "Wouldn't it be lovely to swim in the ...
WE were very tired, we were very merry We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It ...
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
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