For The Marriage of Faustus and Helen (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
"And so we may arrive by Talmud skillAnd profane Greek to raise the building upOf Helen's house against the Ismaelite,King ...
"And so we may arrive by Talmud skillAnd profane Greek to raise the building upOf Helen's house against the Ismaelite,King ...
There in the bracken was the ominous spoor mark,Huge, splayed, deadly, and quiet as breath,And all around lay bloodied and ...
EYES always open eyesonions we were all found undereyes never in a hurry wait for meblink at the smash preserve ...
She sat on a shelf,her breasts two bellieson her poked-out belly,on which the navel lookedlike a sucked-in mouth-her knees bent ...
Sequestered by a wall of sunbaked clay,His bowed head turned to catch the waning lightFrom one high shell he held ...
I've walked my sorrowthrough the streets of ParisI kept it on a leashso the Parisians would laughpigsty cheese shopwindow display ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fillThe crevices in grave plots' broken stones.The bees renew the blossoms they destroy,While in ...
The bloom almost ready the petals yet to unfurl The crocus, cobalt, nascent up through the soil The leaves at ...
Nestled, sheltered against the warm brick the foundation of the church the dying bloom of the now lavender crocus Unfurled ...
Flat hoods sit splayed on our backs wool, buffalo plaid inside, pulled forward, catch hair before the snorkel coats the ...
I put two yellow peepers in an owl. Wow. I fix the grin of Crocodile. Spiv. I sew the slither ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
I have no camera but imagination's tinted glass I cannot pass this crumbling dry stone wall Without a break to ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Finding a new poet is like finding a new wildflower out in the woods. You don't see its name in ...
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
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