American Beauty (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
For Ann London As you described your mastectomy in calm detail and bared your chest so I might see the ...
For Ann London As you described your mastectomy in calm detail and bared your chest so I might see the ...
Primitive I ate my fill of a whale that died And stranded after a month at sea. . . . ...
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood An' did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within ...
It is snowing and death bugs me as stubborn as insomnia. The fierce bubbles of chalk, the little white lesions ...
My soul lives in my body's house, And you have both the house and her- But sometimes she is less ...
Said Lenin's ghost to Stalin's ghost: "Mate with me in the Tomb; Then day by day the rancid host May ...
Some Brave, awake in you to-night, Knocked at your heart: an eagle's flight Stirred in the feather on your head. ...
Conrad, Conrad, aren't you old To sit so late in your mouldy garden? And I think Conrad knows it well, ...
War shook the land where Levi dwelt, And fired the dismal wrath he felt, That such a doom was ever ...
(ALCAICS) Confused, he found her lavishing feminine Gold upon clay, and found her inscrutable; And yet she smiled. Why, then, ...
O if it's true that in the night, When rest the living in their havens And liquid rays of lunar ...
Ghosts of all my lovely sins, Who attend too well my pillow, Gay the wanton rain begins; Hide the limp ...
Hymn to the Dope Goddess of the murmuring courts, Nicotine, my Nicotine, Houri of the mystic sports, trailing-robed in gabardine, ...
Down mildest shores of milk-white sand, By cape and fair Floridian bay, Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on ...
Between Dawn and Sunrise. Were silver pink, and had a soul, Which soul were shy, which shyness might A visible ...
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