Embrace Noir (Nick Flynn Poems)
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace& grapple a handgun at stomach level between them.They jerk ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace& grapple a handgun at stomach level between them.They jerk ...
Like to a little child, whose straying feet,Tracking the fox-fire's guiling glint and gleam,Have wandered far afield by marsh and ...
_THE ENGLISH RENAISSANCE_1491 As she who in some village-child unknown, With rustic grace and fantasy bedeck'd And in her simple ...
September: 1643Sweet air and fresh; glades yet unsear'd by handOf Midas-finger'd Autumn, massy-green;Bird-haunted nooks between,Where feathery ferns, a fairy palmglove, ...
WHEN THE AUTHOR HAD NO SAVING KNOW-LEDGE OF CHRIST.I LOVE to lie quite still in Sleep's soft arms,And let my ...
At length the long-expected morning came,When from the opening arms of that wild bay,Beneath the hill that bears my humble ...
OH , woman! what hast thou done, presumptuous Eve!Stretch'd forth thy daring hand against command,Command of Him, whose high creative ...
List a tale a fairy sent usFresh from dear Mundi Juventus.When Love and all the world was young,And birds conversed ...
Low by the reedy sea went ancient Ops,Tracking for crownless Saturn: quietlyFrom her gray hair waned off the sober light,For ...
Glory in winning a maid in the first wild heat of our youth, When heaven comes down to the earth, ...
There is peace in the swamp where the Copperhead sleeps,Where the waters are stagnant, the white vapor creeps,Where the musk ...
Denizens of the Dome the part above the waters Celestial orbs and timekeepers Tracking Day from Night Proclaiming Your works ...
Were we chasing her Or was she chasing us Down the road Under that starry starry night Lashed in the ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Until tonight they were separate specialties, different stories, the best of their own worst. Riding my warm cabin home, I ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
WITH eyes all untroubled she laughs as she passes, Bending beneath the creel with the seaweed brown, Till evening with ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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