1985 (Brooks Haxton Poem)
The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. ...
The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. ...
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
One silent night of late, When every creature rested, Came one unto my gate, And knocking, me molested. Who's that, ...
Much wonder I--here long low-laid - That this dead wall should be Betwixt the Maker and the made, Between Thyself ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
seven lacqueur ducks on a silver pond their rippling held in a moveless ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
I pray thee leave, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me. I but in vain that ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
The Winters are so short -- I'm hardly justified In sending all the Birds away -- And moving into Pod ...
It would have starved a Gnat -- To live so small as I -- And yet I was a living ...
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger ...
Art thou the thing I wanted? Begone -- my Tooth has grown -- Supply the minor Palate That has not ...
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
During the father's walkingâ?"how he look down by now in soft boards, Henry, pass and what he feel or no, ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
DOST thou not rise, indignant shade, And smile wi' spurning scorn, When they wha wad hae starved thy life, Thy ...
SIC a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave, That the worms ev'n d-d him when laid in his grave; ...
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, including you, ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
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