The New Creatures (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
I never was naturally vicious; My spirit was lamb-like and mild;I never was bad or malicious; I loved with the trust of ...
DANCING! I love it, night or day:There's nought on earth so jolly,Whether you straightly glide with May,Or madly whirl with ...
This is the city to walk around in the rainStaring at the barges in the harborAnd to hum songs through ...
. Now hearken, ye who take delight In boasting of your worth! To many ...
It is an old piano, belonged to a grandmother, dead in another century. And it plays and it cries and ...
Everybody knows me, Dr. Goosegrease, M.D. All the best paying patients, I've got 'em. Harley Street's my abode, No. 6 ...
It's with your laughing picture that I'm living now, You whose wrists are so slender and crackle at the joints, ...
Of mornings, bright and early,When the lark is on the wingAnd the robin in the mapleHops from her nest to ...
Writhing bodies clad in blackFlow past me as I stare.Like beacons on a stormy seaThe lights around them flare.Leather, velvet, ...
The opals hiding your lids as you sleep, as you ride poniesmysteriously, spring to bloom like the blue flowers of ...
THREE hours ago in Seven Dials She lived awaiting all the trials That haunt her race, but now shall be ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
We have another viceroy now, -- those days are dead and done Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne. Delilah ...
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For ...
Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote, mad with melody, rhythm--rife From the very first to the final note, ...
They pass upon their old, tremulous feet, Creeping with little satchels down the street, And they remember, many years ago, ...
Now hearken, ye who take delight In boasting of your worth! To many a man, to many a knight, Beloved ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
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