People at Night (Denise Levertov Poem)
A night that cuts between you and you and you and you and you and me : jostles us apart, ...
A night that cuts between you and you and you and you and you and me : jostles us apart, ...
One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a hired assassin. -- ...
I want to understand the steep thing that climbs ladders in your throat. I can't make sense of you. Everywhere ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
Some days, some of them are like stopping a train wreck, already in progress, the sequence of events long since ...
There are wonders galore in the magic freezer, a big, old, standup freezer, down in the dark basement, fed by ...
Field trip On the bus Down the road To see science The bog Sucked my leg Into the sphagnum Florescent ...
He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. From far away there came an answering tick And then another tick. ...
We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read ...
if you believe nothing is always what's left after a while, as I did, If you believe you have this ...
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press ...
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking. He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark that he barks every time ...
I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked why existence felt so small, so purposeless, like a minnow wriggling feebly ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
CURS'D be the man, the poorest wretch in life, The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife! Who has no will ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
The world's not wanton only wild and wavering I wanted to choose words that even you would have to be ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
Once played to attentive faces music has broken its frame its bodice of always-weak laces the entirely promiscuous art pours ...
The bloom was off the economic recovery. "I just want to know one thing," she said. What was that one ...
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