The Intruder (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
In the broken light, in owl weather, Webs on the lawn where the leaves end, I took the thin moon ...
THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main,-- The venturous bark that flings On the ...
Sometimes, I, too, tell the ah's of my heart one by one like the blood-red beads of a ruby rosary ...
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the ...
Thoughts of the day running through my mind moving to get her to the school to be on time A ...
Over the dark black woodchips the wet spider webs three of them set apart spaces between the posts of the ...
The spider webs full glistening, shimmering the black bark mulch backdrop like the back of a mirror A saturated membrane ...
Like webs with dew drops glistening in the morning invisible later vanishing utterly when the sun burns them away So ...
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There's dew in the morning. Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
All feathered things yet ever known to men, From the huge Rucke, unto the little Wren; From Forrest, Fields, from ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
Thinking of Caroline Herschel (1750-1848), astronomer, sister of William; and others. A woman in the shape of a monster a ...
The stars are soft as flowers, and as near; The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun; No separate leaf ...
LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne, With praying eyes and hands elate, What mystic rapture dost thou own, Immutable and ultimate? ...
Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me? I could pardon much, believe me: Dower ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
So gradual in those summers was the going of the age it seemed that the long days setting out when ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.) That was love that I had before Years ago, when my heart was young; ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
(To Eudora, after I had had certain dire adventures.) When Dragon-fly would fix his wings, When Snail would patch his ...
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