I Am (John Clare Poem)
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows My friends forsake me like a memory lost, I am ...
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows My friends forsake me like a memory lost, I am ...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
(For Donald Hall) Have you heard about the boy who walked by The black water? I won't say much more. ...
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
THE GOSSOON It's bleedin'! It's bleedin'! THE OULD WOMAN An' shure, me lad, 't is bleedin'; But come, ...
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom... A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness; And ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Eliza, what fools are the Mussulman sect, Who to woman deny the soul's future existence! Could they see thee, Eliza, ...
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of ...
How this woman came by the courage, how she got the courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hot night ...
O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; When thou for ...
YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; But all the sea of sadness in my blood Surges, and ...
THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught ...
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
OH I am come to the low Countrie, Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! Without a penny in my purse, To buy a ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
young girl with her south china sea eyes where an ocean wind sighs stands as she tries. in the silence ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
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