The Lambs on the Boulder (James Wright Poems)
I hear that the Commune di Padova has an exhibition of master- pieces from Giotto to Mantegna. Giotto is the ...
I hear that the Commune di Padova has an exhibition of master- pieces from Giotto to Mantegna. Giotto is the ...
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
1She cleaned house, and then lay down longOn the long stair.On one of those cold white wingsThat the strange fowl ...
to John Logan 1I wonder how many old men last winterHungry and frightened by namelessness prowledThe Mississippi shoreLashed blind by the ...
Give me this time, my first and severe Italian, a poem about gold, The left corners of eyes, and the ...
From an epigram by PlatoWhen I was a boy, a relativeAsked for me a jobAt the Weeks Cemetery.Think of all ...
Varus, varus, gib mir meine Legionen wiederQuick on my feet in those Novembers of my loneliness,I tossed a short pass,Almost ...
They did the deed of darknessIn their own mid-light.He plucked a gray field mouseSuddenly in the wind.The small dead fly ...
Strange bird,His song remains secret.He worked too hard to read books.He never heard how Sherwood AndersonGot out of it, and ...
The whole city Is stone, even Where stone Doesn't belong. What is that old Man's public face Doing sorrowing, Secretly ...
for J.L.D. Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all, how can we do such ...
I will grieve alone, As I strolled alone, years ago, down along The Ohio shore. I hid in the hobo ...
I was only a young man In those days. On that evening The cold was so God damned Bitter there ...
There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobodyt is going to touch: A cloister, a silence ...
Just off the Highway to Rochester, Minnesota Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two ...
It is all right. All they do Is go in by dividing One rib from another. I wouldn't Lie to ...
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and ...
After dark Near the South Dakota border, The moon is out hunting, everywhere, Delivering fire, And walking down hallways Of ...
When I went out to kill myself, I caught A pack of hoodlums beating up a man. Running to spare ...
This time, I have left my body behind me, crying In its dark thorns. Still, There are good things in ...
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk, blowing like a leaf in green shadow. ...
Lured by the wall, and drawn To stare below the roof, Where pigeons nest aloof From prowling cats and men, ...
In the Shreve High football stadium, I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville, And gray faces of Negroes ...
Near the dry river's water-mark we found Your brother Minnegan, Flopped like a fish against the muddy ground. Beany, the ...
Beautiful natural blossoms, Pure delicate body, You stand without trembling. Little mist of fallen starlight, Perfect, beyond my reach, How ...
The night's drifts Pile up below me and behind my back, Slide down the hill, rise again, and build Eerie ...
It can't be the passing of time that casts That white shadow across the waters Just offshore. I shiver a ...
And how can I, born in evil days And fresh from failure, ask a kindness of Fate? -- Written A.D. ...
1 Many animals that our fathers killed in America Had quick eyes. They stared about wildly, When the moon went ...
Relieved, I let the book fall behind a stone. I climb a slight rise of grass. I do not want ...
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