Sonnet 104 – A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece (John Berryman Poem)
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie; Willie was a wabster gude, Could stown a clue ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
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