The Author Of The Jesus Papers Speaks (Anne Sexton Poems)
In my dream I milked a cow, the terrible udder like a great rubber lily sweated in my fingers and ...
In my dream I milked a cow, the terrible udder like a great rubber lily sweated in my fingers and ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
The clover was in blossom, an' the year was at the June, When Flap-jack Billy hit the town, likewise O'Flynn's ...
Author Note: The story of the following ballad was related to me, when a school boy, as a fact which ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
You talk o' prayer an' such - Well, I jest don't know how; I guess I got as much Religion ...
I love to watch my seven cows In meads of buttercups abrowse, With guilded knees; But even more I love ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
Though elegance I ill afford, My living-room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of ...
The sheep are in the silver wood, The cows are in the broom; The goats are in the wild mountain ...
He woke; the clank and racket of the train Kept time with angry throbbings in his brain. Then for a ...
North Country, filled with gesturing wood, With trees that fence, like archers' volleys, The flanks of hidden valleys Where nothing's ...
'Why keep a cow when I can buy,' Said he, 'the milk I need,' I wanted to spit in his ...
Stupidity, woe's anodyne, Be kind and comfort me in mine; Smooth out the furrows of my brow, Make me as ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers. Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, ...
SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass ...
IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street . faces . coffee spots . children kicking at the night stars ...
COOL your heels on the rail of an observation car. Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles an ...
JESUS emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock ...
FELIKSOWA has gone again from our house and this time for good, I hope. She and her husband took with ...
FLANDERS, the name of a place, a country of people, Spells itself with letters, is written in books. "Where is ...
RED gold of pools, Sunset furrows six o'clock, And the farmer done in the fields And the cows in the ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
IN the newspaper office-who are the spooks? Who wears the mythic coat invisible? Who pussyfoots from desk to desk with ...
I. CHICKENS I am The Great White Way of the city: When you ask what is my desire, I answer: ...
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
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