Concerning The Synthetic Unity Of Apperception (Delmore Schwartz Poems)
"Trash, trash!" the king my uncle said, "The spirit's smoke and weak as smoke ascends. "Sit in the sun and ...
"Trash, trash!" the king my uncle said, "The spirit's smoke and weak as smoke ascends. "Sit in the sun and ...
Someone is harshly coughing on the next floor, Sudden excitement catching the flesh of his throat: Who is the sick ...
(After Rilke) Spring has returned! Everything has returned! The earth, just like a schoolgirl, memorizes Poems, so many poems. ... ...
What curious dresses all men wear! The walker you met in a brown study, The President smug in rotogravure, The ...
The horns in the harbor booming, vaguely, Fog, forgotten, yesterday, conclusion, Nostalgic, noising dim sorrow, calling To sleep is it? ...
A poem moves forward, Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of ...
Tiger Christ unsheathed his sword, Threw it down, became a lamb. Swift spat upon the species, but Took two women ...
I Christmas Poem for Nancy Noel, Noel We live and we die Between heaven and hell Between the earth and ...
In the naked bed, in Plato's cave, Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall, Carpenters hammered under the shaded window, Wind ...
In the slight ripple, the fishes dart Like fingers, centrifugal, like wishes Wanton. And pleasures rise as the eyes fall ...
"the cure of souls." Henry James The radiant soda of the seashore fashions Fun, foam and freedom. The sea laves ...
(after Spillane) Let us be aware of the true dark gods Acknowledgeing the cache of the crotch The primitive pure ...
Let me not, ever, to the marriage in Cana Of Galilee admit the slightest sentiment Of doubt about the astonishing ...
Socrates ghost must haunt me now, Notorious death has let him go, He comes to me with a clumsy bow, ...
When from the watercolored window idly you look Each is but and clear to see, not steep: So does the ...
(After Rilke) The city floats no longer like a bait To hook the nimble darting summer days. The glazed and ...
Tired and unhappy, you think of houses Soft-carpeted and warm in the December evening, While snow's white pieces fall past ...
Athlete, virtuoso, Training for happiness, Bend arm and knee, and seek The body's sharp distress, For pain is pleasure's cost, ...
"the withness of the body" --Whitehead The heavy bear who goes with me, A manifold honey to smear his face, ...
Calmly we walk through this April's day, Metropolitan poetry here and there, In the park sit pauper and rentier, The ...
This is the greatest thing in North America: Europe is the greatest thing in North America! High in the sky, ...
You, my photographer, you, most aware, Who climbed to the bridge when the iceberg struck, Climbed with your camera when ...
I am a poet of the Hudson River and the heights above it, the lights, the stars, and the bridges ...
Some who are uncertain compel me. They fear The Ace of Spades. They fear Loves offered suddenly, turning from the ...
(After Rilke) We cannot know the indescribable face Where the eyes like apples ripened. Even so, His torso has a ...
I Aria "--Kiss me there where pride is glittering Kiss me where I am ripened and round fruit Kiss me ...
1 The children of the Czar Played with a bouncing ball In the May morning, in the Czar's garden, Tossing ...
I should have been a plumber fixing drains. And mending pure white bathtubs for the great Diogenes (who scorned all ...
This is a poem I wrote before I died and was reborn: - After the years of the apples ripening ...
By circumstances fed Which divide attention Among the living and the dead, Under the blooms of the blossoming sun, The ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories