The Louse-Hunters (Aldous Huxley Poems)
(From the French of Rimbaud). When the child's forehead, full of torments red, Cries out for sleep and ...
(From the French of Rimbaud). When the child's forehead, full of torments red, Cries out for sleep and ...
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to sufferThe ...
(America Conquers Europe.) Foul shapes that hate the day, again grown bold, Late driven hence, infested fane and court. The ...
Last night I fled until I cameTo streets where leaking casements drippedStale lamplight from the corpse of flame;A nervous window ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! ...
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
Either at my friend's daughter's sixteen-year-old body dumped on the morgue slab, T-shirt stuck fast to one ripped breast I ...
In the courts of the Romans beaten and scourged mocked and taunted our Lord and our savior on the way ...
Unrighteous, unholy tribunal illegal trial, false witnesses - Love ridiculed, mocked as blasphemy The shadow of accusation, of cruel judgment ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires, Shall the blind horse sing sweeter? Convenient bird and beast lie lodged ...
To me at night the stars are vocal. They say: 'Your planet's oh so local! A speck of dust in ...
Our cowman, old Ed, hadn't much in his head, And lots of folks though him a witling; But he wasn't ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
I stood before a candy shop Which with a Christmas radiance shone; I saw my parents pass and stop To ...
My most respected comrades of posterity! Rummaging among these days' petrified crap, exploring the twilight of our times, you, possibly, ...
I was making my way home late one night this summer, when I staggered into a snow drift. Her eyes ...
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
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