I Am An Atheist Who Says His Prayers (Karl Shapiro Poems)
I am an atheist who says his prayers.I am an anarchist, and a full professor at that. I take the ...
I am an atheist who says his prayers.I am an anarchist, and a full professor at that. I take the ...
Beat on the Tom-toms, and scatter the flowers, Jasmin, Hibiscus, vermillion and white,This is the day, and the Hour of Hours, Bring ...
Tant ai mo cor ple de joya,tot me desnatura.Flor blancha, vermeilh'e groyame par la frejura,c'ab lo ven et ab la ...
Out of the night you burn, Manhattan,In a vesture of gold -Span of innumerable arcs,Flaring and multiplying -Gold at the ...
The swan sings. From deep in the marshes,its voice chimes sharp and clearlike the striking of copper cymbals.This is the ...
Although great Lady. it may seeme right strangeThat I a stranger should presume thus farre,To write to you: yet as ...
My days are as a garden, where the dustOf acrid fruits of Sodom sows the ground,And bows vermillion lillies lofty-crowned,Or ...
NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Gold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow; Now Tibers ...
If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose; I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, ...
On the World you colored Morning painted rose -- Idle his Vermillion Aimlessly crept the Glows Over Realms of Orchards ...
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
Sang from the Heart, Sire, Dipped my Beak in it, If the Tune drip too much Have a tint too ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
My worldly wealth I hoard in albums three, My life collection of rare postage stamps; My room is cold and ...
LET the crows go by hawking their caw and caw. They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere. ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
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