Idiot (Allen Tate Poems)
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,The meadow creeps implacable and still;A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.One ...
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,The meadow creeps implacable and still;A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.One ...
- 1 -The mortal flesh must rotIn a life-forgotten spot.The soul ...
I used to be a peaceful chap as didn't ask for trouble,An' as for rows an' fightin', why, I'd mostly ...
There's a dark an' dirty wineshop on a waterfront I know,An' a cross-eyed Dago keeps it — or he kep' ...
Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits, Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;Yet in some things methinks she fails,'Twere ...
God, I need a job because I need money. Here the world is, enjoyable with whiskey, women, ultimate weapons, and ...
I live inside of a machine or machines. Every time one goes off another starts. Why don't I go outside ...
We are all captured beasts, And we howl - as we might. We can't open the doors, For the doors ...
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
In Kohln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous ...
In K?hln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous ...
Mel Gibson's Hamlet stinks -- doll Mel. Wind up Mel and Mel's eyes glaze into porcelain, blue gulfs of earnestness, ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? you enter a bar to ...
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing; The goddess from her chamber ...
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain; Never did Covent Garden boast So bright a batter'd, ...
What are we fighting for, We fellows who go to war? fighting for Freedom's sake! (You give me the belly-ache.) ...
Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
LOQUITUR: En Bertans de Born. Dante Alighieri put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer up of ...
A kite flutters, On a high tension wire - Against a stark blue sky. Beggar and old mother huddle On ...
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