A City Winter (Frank O Hara Poems)
1I understand the boredom of the clerksfatigue shifting like dunes within their eyesa frightful nausea gumming up the worksthat once ...
1I understand the boredom of the clerksfatigue shifting like dunes within their eyesa frightful nausea gumming up the worksthat once ...
Now he has arisen: he, who slept so long,from the depth arisen, out of arches strong.Huge he stands and unknown ...
Ere yet upon the unhappy Arctic lands, In dying autumn, Erebus descends With the night's thousand hours, along ...
After volcanoes husht with snows,Up where the wide-winged condor goes,Great Aconcagua, husht and high,Sends down the ancient peace of the ...
His old age fell on years of abundant harvest. There were no earthquakes, droughts or floods. It seemed as if ...
Land of Forests, fleas and flies,Blighted hopes and blighted eyes,Art thou hell in earth's disguise,Westralia?Art thou some volcanic blastBy volcanoes ...
175I have never seen "Volcanoes"-But, when Travellers tellHow those old-phlegmatic mountainsUsually so still-Bear within-appalling Ordnance,Fire, and smoke, and gun,Taking Villages ...
Give me the strength Of verdant hills Washed clean by summer rain; Of purple hills At peace when weary Day ...
Gathered in page by page,Where once we bound in sheaves,The little songs of ageCome as our autumn leaves.The old volcanoes ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
I have never seen "Volcanoes" -- But, when Travellers tell How those old -- phlegmatic mountains Usually so still -- ...
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography -- Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at ...
In the flowing sap In her growing fever Parting her veils Cracking out of her shells Sliding out of her ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the ...
THE SHALE and water thrown together so-so first of all, Then a potter's hand on the wheel and his fingers ...
How neatly a cat sleeps, Sleeps with its paws and its posture, Sleeps with its wicked claws, And with its ...
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