Sweet Day So Cool Poem Sleep on Nights Dark Breast Art
Junior Poem Album
Tape hiss, Value Village, vibraphones. On fixed-gears scrubbed with common salt and lemon, like the secret at the centre of a Magic Eye the witches, genderless as calorie-free, exhale dark-green and lavender, announced and disappear, chanting your passwords in a round. Voices like dimes dropped in a basin, blush ultraviolet, glittering auras. Skin and then soft they move through walls they press against your window,... Trust Fund Witches
Nobody in the lane, and zilch, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea Somewhere at the finish of it, heaving. Blackberries Large as the ball of my pollex, and impaired as eyes Ebon in the hedges, fat With blueish-red juices. These they squander on my... Blackberrying
Gotta love us brownish girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips, decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips. As the jukebox teases, scout my sistas pharynx the heartbreak, inhaling bassline, cracking backbone and singing thru hips. Similar something boneless, nosotros glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards, ... Hip-Hop Ghazal
Dearest Regret, my leaning this morning, my leather foot, want of stone, age old, my burnished and bruised, hair lingering, hand caked, spongy as November, my dear Relentless, my dear Crumbling, ... Five Postcards from Jericho
Sure, there'due south a spell the leaves tin make, shuddering, and in their lying suddenly withal once more — apartment, and all the same, like time itself when it seems unexpectedly more than available, more to lose therefore, more to beloved, or try to... Only to await up from the leaves, think, is a choice also, as if upward from the shame of it... My Meadow, My Twilight
oh papa, to have you drift upwardly, some part of you drift upwardly through water through fresh h2o into the teal plate of sky soaking foothills, papa, to have your breath go out, escape you lot, escape the weight of bone, muscle and organ, escape you, to rise up, to loft, till you are all breath filling the room, rising, escaping the white... Let the Ponies Out
Here at Woodlands, Moriah, these thirty-5 years afterwards, withal I could smell her fear. So, the huddled hills would not accept calmed her, now as they exercise me. Then, the view did non snatch the panting breath, at present, as information technology does these thirty-five years afterward, to the day, I relive the journey of my salmon mother. ... Salmon Backbone
This urban center is beauty unbreakable and amorous as eyelids, in the streets, pressed with fierce departures, submerged landings, I am innocent every bit thresholds and smashed night birds, lovesick, as empty elevators let me declare doorways, corners, pursuit, permit me say continuing here in eyelashes, in ... From thirsty
World has not anything to prove more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could laissez passer by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City at present doth, similar a garment, habiliment The beauty of the morning time; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open up unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless... Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
Come upwardly from the fields father, here's a letter of the alphabet from our Pete, And come to the forepart door mother, hither's a letter from thy love son. Lo, 'tis autumn, Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind, Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and... Come up Upwards From the Fields Father
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me similar to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that human being's scope, With what I nigh... Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
Living, I had no might To make y'all hear, Now, in the inmost nighttime, I am so near No whisper, falling calorie-free, Divides u.s.a., love. Living, I had no claim On your great hours. Now the thin candle-flame, The closing flowers, Midweek summer with my name, — And these are... The Wife
Suspension, intermission, suspension, On thy cold gray stones, O Bounding main! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the crewman lad, That he sings... Break, Interruption, Break
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying Male monarch; Princes, the dregs of their irksome race, who flow Through public scorn, — mud from a dirty spring; Rulers who neither come across nor feel nor know, Only leechlike to their fainting country cling Till they drop, blind in claret, without a blow. A people starved and stabbed in th' untilled field; ... England in 1819
A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a picayune promontory it stood isolated, Marking'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, Information technology launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Always unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where yous stand, Surrounded, discrete, in measureless oceans... A Noiseless Patient Spider
Death, be not proud, though some take called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou fine art non so; For those whom thou call up'st 1000 dost overthrow Die non, poor Death, nor even so canst thou kill me. From rest and slumber, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; and then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee practise go, ... Holy Sonnets: Expiry, be not proud
The lords of life, the lords of life, — I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim, — Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a natural language, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without proper name; — Some to see, some to... Experience
Could our commencement father, at his toilsome plow, Thorns in his path, and labor on his brow, Clothed only in a rude, unpolished skin, Could he a vain fantastic nymph have seen, In all her airs, in all her antic graces, Her diverse fashions, and more than various faces; How had it posed that skill, which late assigned Just appellations to... Adam Posed
Appear by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the sky, And veils the farm-house at the garden'south stop. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's anxiety Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit ... The Snow-Storm
Give all to honey; Obey thy center; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, practiced-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse, — Nil turn down. 'T is a brave primary; Let information technology accept scope: Follow it utterly, Promise beyond hope: High and more high Information technology dives into noon, With wing unspent, ... Give All to Love
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the boondocks, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, Just the ocean, the sea in the darkness calls; The footling waves, with their soft, white... The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
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