Baby Tortoise (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
(Foot-Service to the Hills) In the name of the Empress of India, make way, O Lords of the Jungle, wherever ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string ...
Katie could put her feet behind her head Or do a grand plié, position two, Her suppleness magnificent in bed. ...
And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or ...
shaw had the gift of the crab how he took the straight idea and scuttled with it sideways marking sand ...
the day was as grey as the abbey the light that filtered through the glass had no disturbing shine about ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea ...
The moon, three-quarters full shining in the afternoon blue she and I walking along "Where does the rest of the ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice, An' things 'at girls are skeered uv ...
Oh, she was sad, oh, she was sad. She didn't mean to do it. Certain thrills stay tucked in your ...
I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
An elephant went to bed and pulled a crazy quilt up under its tusks. But just as the great gray ...
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Neruda's Hat On a day when weather stole every breeze, Pablo told her he kept bits of his poems tucked ...
For this my mother wrapped me warm, And called me home against the storm, And coaxed my infant nights to ...
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky; Contrariwise, my blood runs cold When little boys ...
Shadow children, thin and small, Now the day is left behind, You are dancing on the wall, On the curtains, ...
Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mountain, ...
When you go away the wind clicks around to the north The painters work all day but at sundown the ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
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