“Tomorrow” — whose location (Emily Dickinson Poem)
"Tomorrow" -- whose location The Wise deceives Though its hallucination Is last that leaves -- Tomorrow -- thou Retriever Of ...
"Tomorrow" -- whose location The Wise deceives Though its hallucination Is last that leaves -- Tomorrow -- thou Retriever Of ...
The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying -- this to Us Made Nature ...
The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise With different Delight -- Because -- when next it burns abroad They doubt to ...
It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did -- I run it over -- "Dead", Brain, "Dead." ...
Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home -- As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune -- ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
The other day I listened to a man on the radio who made uncommon common sense, 'specially since it was ...
The manic fires flared again today, very much the same irrational urges blazing from the open grate, urgent fervours that ...
We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space way out of all proportion to your size. ...
Do I really love you? So let me guess, you'll think I'm easy prey if I say, okay I do ...
On your birthday, today, there is time to reflect On the essence of our intimacy, From a beginning in the ...
If I don't write something good tonight I will sleep without the comforting Canopus of deep believers, if I sleep ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
Colours fade into nameless shades of grey and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades into ...
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
I thought of how a whale's white ribs could choke the sky's blue neck, massive vertebrae half-buried in sand, and ...
At the back of the noisy café bent over a table sits an old man; a newspaper in front of ...
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet, Scarce hear the ...
A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder - That is the most I can boast to ...
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill, Spent its ...
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " ...
Peoples of the world, together Join to serve the common cause! So it feeds us all for ever See to ...
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can ...
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