Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
Window's tree trunk's predominant face a single eye-leveled hole where limb's torn off another larger contorts to swell growing in ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
Who hath not felt the influence that so calms The weary mind in summers sultry hours When wandering thickest woods ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o'er our heads-soon out of sight And as ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache ...
She is wise in the way that children are wise, looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes I must ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
I open my eyes, yes, it's the house where I was born, Exactly as it was and nothing more. The ...
Up the ash tree climbs the ivy, Up the ivy climbs the sun, With a twenty-thousand pattering, Has a valley ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
The wind was rough which tore That leaf from its parent tree The fate was cruel which bore The withering ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
The critical attitude Strikes many people as unfruitful That is because they find the state Impervious to their criticism But ...
Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree Drift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes Somewhere an `eukaleli' ...
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I ...
After the wolves and before the elms the bardic order ended in Ireland. Only a few remained to continue a ...
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