Bums On Waking (James Dickey Poems)
Bums, on waking,Do not always find themselvesIn gutters with water running over their legsAnd the pillow of the curbstoneTurning hard ...
Bums, on waking,Do not always find themselvesIn gutters with water running over their legsAnd the pillow of the curbstoneTurning hard ...
1.Mary's parents metby the golden Jerusalem gate:Joachim, the droves of cattle behind him,and a radiant Anne,their shadows moved as if ...
Above the bones St. Ursula owns,And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the ...
Truly, they're stupid, these village churchesWhere fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillarsListen, trilling out their divine responses,To a black freak ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
NO more in dreams as once it draws me there,All fungus-grown and sunken in damp ground-No more as once when ...
Against the oaken pew he leant, A child of summers three or four,And smiled to see each stained-glass saint Cast ...
(And I, I am no longer of that world) Naked, he lies in the blinded room chainsmoking, cradled by drugs, ...
The not quite polished brass your cross, shimmering above the altar reflecting the light onto the congregation mottled, shards of ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
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