Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move ...
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if ...
If souls should only sheen so bright In heaven as in e'thly light, An' nothen better wer the cease, How ...
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if ...
If souls should only sheen so bright In heaven as in e'thly light, An' nothen better wer the cease, How ...
The sickness of desire, that in dark days Looks on the imagination of despair, Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his ...
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness -- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or ...
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
This youth too long has heard the break Of waters in a land of change. He goes to see what ...
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
Pelagius lived at Kardanoel And taught a doctrine there How, whether you went to heaven or to hell It was ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine, And health and youth possessed me; My goblets blushed from every vine, And ...
And thou wert sad-yet I was not with thee! And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought ...
The greens of the Ganges delta foliate. Of heartless youth made late aware he pled: Brownies, please come. To Henry ...
ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of ...
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