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o those feet i cherish those feet which bring her to me on tip-toe when days are dark	img2poems
living is a labor of hope my love living is a serious business like loving you	img2poems
but hope no longer is enough for me i no longer want to hear the song i want to sing it	img2poems
looking in your eyes i am drunk with the smell of warm earth lost in a wheat field among the stalks	img2poems
your eyes are like an eternal substance changing endlessly pits without bottom with flashes of green	img2poems
then the telephone was closed down like pitch darkness	img2poems
and the young girls they say are taken in the ruins and in theater loges	img2poems
that i do feel upon my cheek the glow of indignation when beneath the rod a sable brother writhes in silent woe	img2poems
thus blest we'll live thus wander on our road and when our grandsons sorrow o'er our tomb our love to glad their bosoms still shall bloom	img2poems
but may the god of justice bid the wind whelm that curst bark beneath the mountain wave and bless with liberty and death the slave	img2poems
the underground roads are as the dead prefer them always tortuous	img2poems
when he looked the cave in the eye hercules had a moment of doubt	img2poems
leaning out over the dreadful precipice one contemptuous tree	img2poems
to the silver-sanded beaches of the pomeranian shore and in the town of rambin a little boy and maid plucked the meadow-flowers together and in the sea-surf played	img2poems
she will not come she's one of us she's mine the brown dwarf said the day is set the cake is baked to-morrow we shall wed	img2poems
he looked he clasped her in his arms he knew the long-lost one o lisbeth see thy playmate i am the amptman's son	img2poems
haste hither bring me precious gems the richest in your store then when we pass the gate of glass you'll take your cap once more	img2poems
looked o'er the baltic water to the pomeranian coast and for his worth ennobled and rich beyond compare count deitrich and his lovely bride dwelt long and happy there	img2poems
and flies to a high star where a distant fire is burning like a page of the iliad	img2poems
i am not yet born o hear me let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me	img2poems
i am not yet born o hear me let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is god come near me	img2poems
li t'ai-po tr hamil	img2poems
around by lifting winds forgot resignedly beneath the sky the melancholy waters he	img2poems
in time of silver rain when spring and life are new	img2poems
but this we know the obstacle that checked and tripped the body shot the spirit on further than target ever showed or shone	img2poems
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender	img2poems
taken by tears like an aging chorus girl who has gotten her last check	img2poems
the heavens reward thee manifold i pray then while we live in love let's so persever that when we live no more we may live ever	img2poems
continent city country society the choice is never wide and never free and here or there	img2poems
no should we have stayed at home wherever that may be	img2poems
i simply cannot trust its not you its me my trust cant be broken again	img2poems
so dont ask me to trust cos i cant do it im to scared to trust	img2poems
i shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick flowers in other people's gardens and learn to spit	img2poems
but maybe i ought to practice a little now so people who know me are not too shocked and surprised when suddenly i am old and start to wear purple	img2poems
a process in the eye forwarns the bones of blindness and the womb drives in a death as life leaks out	img2poems
a weather in the flesh and bone is damp and dry the quick and dead move like two ghosts before the eye	img2poems
one aged man one man can't keep a house a farm a countryside or if he can it's thus he does it of a winter night	img2poems
all the christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves and i plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever i can find in goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of hol...	img2poems
let's call the police as well jim said and the ambulance and ernie jenkins he likes fires	img2poems
years and years ago when i was a boy when there were wolves in wales and birds the color of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlors and we chased with the jawbones of deacons the engl...	img2poems
no no no in the bat-black snow-white belfries tugged by bishops and storks and they rang their tidings over the bandaged town over the frozen foam of the powder and ice-cream hills over the crackling sea it seemed that all the churches boomed for joy under my window and the weathercocks crew for christmas on our fence	img2poems
get back to the postmen they were just ordinary postmen found of walking and dogs and christmas and the snow they knocked on the doors with blue knuckles	img2poems
get back to the presents there were the useful presents: engulfing mufflers of the old coach days and mittens made for giant sloths zebra scarfs of a substance like silky gum that could be tug-o'-warred down to the galoshes blinding tam-o'-shanters like patchwork tea cozies and bunny-suited busbies and balaclavas for v...	img2poems
a form rose strange of mould that he was hideous hopeless i could feel rather than could behold	img2poems
mother exhausted having cooked the lunch without help as usual stifles a yawn	img2poems
the cat curled up on her lap purrs contently oblivious of the knitting needles waving precariously in front of his sleepy eyes	img2poems
'turkey was nice' said auntie 'i was given too much' moaned grandpa belching loudly 'your problem is you never can refuse a second helping' said grandma 'so it's your own fault	img2poems
and one hand holding and one hand lifting he poured another wine	img2poems
anne who are you merely a kid keeping alive	img2poems
and i pace around hungry sniffing the twilight hunting for you for your hot heart like a puma in the barrens of quitratue	img2poems
earth's love was false her voice a siren's song the path she showed was but the path of wrong and shame	img2poems
'you may charge me with murder or want of sense but the slightest approach to a false pretense was never among my crimes	img2poems
translated by b frangieh and c brown	img2poems
take bread away from me if you wish take air away but do not take from me your laughter	img2poems
maybe january light will consume my heart with its cruel ray stealing my key to true calm	img2poems
in this part of the story i am the one who dies the only one and i will die of love because i love you because i love you love in fire and blood	img2poems
give me what all you have every naked bit of yours i want to see all of yours	img2poems
come on me and make me wet juices flowing	img2poems
your two great eyes will slay me suddenly their beauty shakes me who was once serene straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen	img2poems
believe me i loved you all believe me i knew you though faintly and i loved i loved you all	img2poems
do not go gentle into that good night old age should burn and rave at close of day rage rage against the dying of the light	img2poems
though wise men at their end know dark is right because their words had forked no lightning they do not go gentle into that good night	img2poems
good men the last wave by crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay rage rage against the dying of the light	img2poems
wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight and learn too late they grieved it on its way do not go gentle into that good night	img2poems
grave men near death who see with blinding sight blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay rage rage against the dying of the light	img2poems
all points south am i embarrassing you i'm in paris with you	img2poems
i want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore	img2poems
but all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it	img2poems
i never turned anyone into a pig some people are pigs i make them look like pigs	img2poems
broken hearts i treat n your breathing let me live let me come let me go	img2poems
let the sadness me to blow how the chance became dance	img2poems
god creation god draw words from the heart from the feeling i will sew	img2poems
i never heard of fever dumps nor debts depress my soul and i pity and despise you here he pouched my breakfast-roll	img2poems
all that our fathers taught us of old pleases us no more all that our own hearts bid us believe we doubt where we do not deny there is nor proof in the bread we eat nor rest in the toil we ply	img2poems
far off the full tide clambers and slips mouthing and resting all nipping the flanks of the water-gates baying along the wall turning the shingle returning the shingle changing the set of the sand	img2poems
so we come down uneasy to look uneasily pacing the beach these are the dykes our fathers made: we have never known a breach time and again has the gale blown by and we were not afraid	img2poems
at the bridge of the lower saltings the cattle gather and blare roused by the feet of running men dazed by the lantern-glare where the flood-wash forces the sluices aback and the ditches deliver inland	img2poems
ninefold deep to the top of the dykes the galloping breakers stride coming like stallions they paw with their hooves going they snatch with their teeth till the bents and the furze and the sand are dragged out and the old-time hurdles are beneath	img2poems
walking along the wreck of the dykes watching the works of the sea these were the dykes our fathers made to our great profit and ease but the peace is gone and the profit is gone with the old sure days withdrawn	img2poems
tell me do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly old men love while young men die	img2poems
then i knew the while i doubted knew his hand was certain o'er me still it might be self-delusion scores of better men had died i could reach the township living but	img2poems
out of the dark of the gorgio camp out of the grime and the grey gipsy come away	img2poems
on the first feminian sandstones we were promised the fuller life till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith and the gods of the copybook headings said: the wages of sin is death	img2poems
though i've belted you and flayed you by the livin' gawd that made you you're a better man than i am gunga din	img2poems
then you drive out where the storm-clouds swallow and the sound of your oar-blades falling hollow is all we have left through the months to follow	img2poems
no doubt but ye are the people-absolute strong and wise whatever your heart has desired ye have not withheld from your eyes on your own heads in your own hands the sin and the caving lies	img2poems
beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled farther than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled live such as fought and sailed and ruled and loved and made our world	img2poems
beyond the loom of the last lone star through open darkness hurled further than rebel comet dared or hiving star-swarm swirled sits he with those that praise our god for that they served his world	img2poems
these are the four that are never content that have never be filled since the dews began jacala's mouth and the glut of the kite and the hands of the ape and the eyes of man the king's ankus	img2poems
run in a single burst only event of its kind started by big god nqong from warrigaborrigarooma old man kangaroo first yellow-dog dingo behind	img2poems
hush men talk to-day o'er the waste of the ultimate slime and a new word runs between: whispering let us be one	img2poems
these be the glorious ends whereto we pass let him who is go call on him who was and he shall see the mallie	img2poems
and shall this dawn restore us virgil mine to dawn beneath what sky	img2poems
when you come to london town bring your flowers and lay them down at the place of grieving	img2poems
when you come to london town bow your head and mourn your own with the others grieving	img2poems
her skipper was mate of a bucko ship which always killed one man per trip so he is used to rovin' etc	img2poems
her mate was skipper of a chapel in wales and so he fights in topper and tails religi-ous tho' rovin' etc	img2poems
her engineer is fifty-eight so he's prepared to meet his fate which ain't unlikely rovin' etc	img2poems
her leading-stoker's seventeen so he don't know what the judgments mean unless he cops 'em rovin' etc	img2poems
on the road to mandalay where the flyin'-fishes play an' the dawn comes up like thunder outer china 'crost the bay	img2poems

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