Breaking and Entering (Ralph Angel Poem)
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
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