The Violent Space (Or When Your Sister Sleeps Around For Money) (Etheridge Knight Poem)
Exchange in greed the ungraceful signs. Thrust The thick notes between green apple breasts. Then the shadow of the devil ...
Exchange in greed the ungraceful signs. Thrust The thick notes between green apple breasts. Then the shadow of the devil ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
To Struga Festival Golden Wreath Laureates & International Bards 1986 Stand up against governments, against God. Stay irresponsible. Say only ...
For days she had asked me what was the word how to pronounce the sign what is written in front ...
Her pencil writing, beside me, as I write these words her haiku forming, no title, just clean simple words, five, ...
Exert thy Voice, sweet Harbinger of Spring! This Moment is thy Time to sing, This Moment I attend to Praise, ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine, Warm without Sun, and shady without rain, Fann'd by an air, that ...
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day's Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School. (Emily ...
On this long storm the Rainbow rose -- On this late Morn -- the Sun -- The clouds -- like ...
All the letters I can write Are not fair as this -- Syllables of Velvet -- Sentences of Plush, Depths ...
In Ebon Box, when years have flown To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there! To ...
There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man -- It hurls its barbed syllables And ...
it gets run over by a van. you find it at the side of the road and bury it. you ...
Let me introduce to you my poetry: it's an island flying from book to book searching for the page where ...
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
I'm a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ...
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own ...
From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, ...
He didn't want to do it with skill, He'd had enough of skill. If he never saw Another villanelle, it ...
The literate are ill-prepared for this snap in the line of life: the day turns a trick of twisted tongues ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
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