Mary (Edgar Bowers Poem)
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
It bothers me: the genital smell of the bay drifting toward me on the T stop, the train circling the ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darkness Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
Never the time and the place And the loved one all together! This path--how soft to pace! This May -- ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
I miss you too. Something old is broken, nobody's in hell. Sometimes I kiss strangers, sometimes no one speaks. Today ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on ...
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