The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
There is a dish to hold the sea, A brazier to contain the sun, A compass for the galaxy, A ...
He climbed toward the blinding light and when his eyes adjusted he looked down and could see his fellow prisoners ...
Creator Spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit ev'ry pious mind; Come, pour thy joys ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Ireland stand One in the faith that makes a mighty land, True to ...
How much of Source escapes with thee -- How chief thy sessions be -- For thou hast borne a universe ...
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
I'm reading fellow poets' blogs today, a sustaining source of entertainment; I admire their style without exciting comment or resorting ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow ...
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they ...
The Sun revolving on his axis turns, And with creative fire intensely burns; Impell'd by forcive air, our Earth supreme, ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Ah! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress Those gentle signs of undissembled woe? When from soft love proceeds the deep ...
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan wages still His ...
The serpent dips his head beneath the sea His mother, source of all his energy Eternal, thence to draw the ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
The serpent dips his head beneath the sea His mother, source of all his energy Eternal, thence to draw the ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
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