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the moon came late to a lonesome bog
and there sat goggleky gluck the frog
' she cried and veiled her face | img2poems |
mosquito at my ear
does he think
i'm deaf | img2poems |
his curly-headed picture and mother's and medal's pictures
were all we knew of him after he rose again
those few electric jewels against the moth and whining sky | img2poems |
the morning came up foolish with pink clouds
to say that god counts ours a cunning time
our losses part of an old secret somehow no loss | img2poems |
answer
that you are here that life exists and identity
that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse | img2poems |
horns
if we slow dance i will ask you not to tug
on them but secretly i will want that very much | img2poems |
suddenly discovering in the eyes of the very beautiful
normande cocotte
the eyes of the very learned british museum assistant | img2poems |
thus they in mutual accusation spent
the fruitless hours but neither self-condemning
and of thir vain contest appeer'd no end | img2poems |
men in sleeveless undershirts
i'm listening for the philly sound
brother brother brotherly love | img2poems |
but tell me
cal why did we live
why do we die | img2poems |
i might discover nature is surprisingly
sometimes moral unexpected a principle
over which the lovers night and day quarrel | img2poems |
john cabot went down in the smoke and fire
and broken glass and blood and he cried lord
forgive these nigguhs that know not what they do | img2poems |
don't worry spiders
i keep house
casually | img2poems |
isn't it shocking how he speaks for her
his thin voice wavering across the restaurant
she'll have the cod artichoke bake | img2poems |
or the word that brought us together as one
one i say now when i had felt myself many
speaking and listening: that was the contradiction | img2poems |
the snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children | img2poems |
so i wouldn't touch their legs that kicked you
you pushed me under your chest
and i've never thanked you | img2poems |
the loneliness now a lake
the privation now a lake
untouched and untraceable | img2poems |
on whose forbidden ear
the distant strains of triumph
burst agonized and clear | img2poems |
nobody wanted to touch me or
nobody who wanted to could reach me here
shaken like a screaming child under wet stairs | img2poems |
rest from the ragged and rapid pulse the immediate threat
shot up in a disintegrating spray the many thoughts and
sights unmanageable the deaths of so many hungry or mad | img2poems |
when it comes the landscape listens
when it goes 'tis like the distance
on the look of death | img2poems |
seek'st thou the plashy brink
of weedy lake or marge of river wide
or where the rocking billows rise and sink | img2poems |
executioners near the woman at the window
damn you elijah i'll bless jezebel tonight
damn you elijah | img2poems |
under the evening moon
the snail
is stripped to the waist | img2poems |
nothing falls under thine eyes eternal
sleep safe in dark soho: the stars are shining
titian and woodsworth live the people marches | img2poems |
of my bed i am waiting for them to come
under the covers i am the only person still in
this house there is no one here to look away | img2poems |
the noise of a boat breaking up and its men is in our ears
the bottom here is too far down for our sounding
the ocean was salt before we crawled to tears | img2poems |
i'm counting on you to come through high water
to come through chaos and to action town
where we'll lift our aces to skyward aviation | img2poems |
remington rand patents a process awake
behold
in grids of radio tubes baal quickens | img2poems |
other times sitting at the very center
of our garden googling beauty
with the filter off | img2poems |
very small and damaged and quite dry
a roman water nymph made of bone
tries to summon a river out of limestone | img2poems |
a tight-lipped man in a restaurant last night saying to me
kollwitz
she's too black-and-white | img2poems |
of black grapes to each envoy
or a guest holding a dagger
behind his upright back | img2poems |
drinking guinness followed by harvey wallbangers
vomiting it all up on pearse street
a guy from tuam holding my forehead | img2poems |
when the air is true and simple we can watch him tremble
for an hour plucking his meaning from a handful of utterances
and then ascend into the terrible partition of speech | img2poems |
the cars like fish
slipping their shiny
chrome along asphalt | img2poems |
which sparrow missed
cordelia
my gutted heart | img2poems |
we were vomited onto dry land
by the coca-cola
london eye | img2poems |
the commonest phrase: alive and well
as if we jumped out of a hole
to stand here radiant | img2poems |
which regenerate their tails
and also eat only the tails of other electric eels
presumably smaller who in turn eat | img2poems |
o turn again fair ines before the fall of night
for fear the moon should shine alone and stars unrivalled bright
and breathes the love against thy cheek i dare not even write | img2poems |
locksley hall
comrades leave me here a little while as yet 'tis early morn
leave me here and when you want me sound upon the bugle horn | img2poems |
never
though my mortal summers to such length of years should come
as the many-wintered crow that leads the clanging rookery home | img2poems |
comfort
comfort scorned of devils this is truth the poet sings
that a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things | img2poems |
let it fall on locksley hall with rain or hail or fire or snow
for the mighty wind arises roaring seaward and i go
alfred lord tennyson | img2poems |
no more thou com'st with lover's speed
but be she alive or be she dead
i fear stern earl 's the same to thee | img2poems |
then leicester why again i plead
why didst thou wed a country maid
when some fair princess might be thine | img2poems |
i loved and blind with passionate love i fell
love brought me down to death and death to hell
for god is just and death for sin is well | img2poems |
i do not rage against his high decree
nor for myself do ask that grace shall be
but for my love on earth who mourns for me | img2poems |
but still she wailed i pray thee let me go
i cannot rise to peace and leave him so
o let me soothe him in his bitter woe | img2poems |
the brazen gates ground sullenly ajar
and upwards joyous like a rising star
she rose and vanished in the ether far | img2poems |
but soon adown the dying sunset sailing
and like a wounded bird her pinions trailing
she fluttered back with broken-hearted wailing | img2poems |
stately prows are rising and bowing
and level sands for banks endowing
the tiny green ribbon that showed so fair | img2poems |
i never sought him in coquettish sport
or courted him as silly maidens court
and wonder when the longed-for prize falls short | img2poems |
i only loved him any woman would
but shut my love up till he came and sued
then poured it o'er his dry life like a flood | img2poems |
i was so happy i could make him blest
so happy that i was his first and best
as he mine when he took me to his breast | img2poems |
or had he told me ere the deed was done
he only raised me to his heart's dear throne
poor substitute because the queen was gone | img2poems |
so i built my house upon another's ground
mocked with a heart just caught at the rebound
a cankered thing that looked so firm and sound | img2poems |
i say again he gives me all i claimed
i and my children never shall be shamed
he is a just man he will live unblamed | img2poems |
and so my silent moan begins and ends
no world's laugh or world's taunt no pity of friends
or sneer of foes with this my torment blends | img2poems |
the heart's first trouble and love's beginning
are all in her memory linked together
and now it is she herself that is spinning | img2poems |
o how or by what means may i contrive
to bring the hour that brings thee back more near
how may i teach my drooping hope to live | img2poems |
a thousand graces which shall thus be thine
so may my love and longing hallowed be
and thy dear thought an influence divine | img2poems |
i have had playmates i have had companions
in my days of childhood in my joyful school-days
all all are gone the old familiar faces | img2poems |
i have been laughing i have been carousing
drinking late sitting late with my bosom cronies
all all are gone the old familiar faces | img2poems |
i loved a love once fairest among women
closed are her doors on me i must not see her
all all are gone the old familiar faces | img2poems |
i have a friend a kinder friend has no man
like an ingrate i left my friend abruptly
left him to muse on the old familiar faces | img2poems |
ghost-like i paced round the haunts of my childhood
earth seemed a desert i was bound to traverse
seeking to find the old familiar faces | img2poems |
friend of my bosom thou more than a brother
why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling
so might we talk of the old familiar faces | img2poems |
weep no more my lady o weep no more to-day
we'll sing one song for the old kentucky home
for our old kentucky home far away | img2poems |
and the air undersings
the light stroke of their wings
and all life that approaches i wait for in fear | img2poems |
o dark dark dark amid the blaze of moon
irrecoverably dark total eclipse
without all hope of day | img2poems |
a sigh that piercing mortifies
a look that's fastened to the ground
a tongue chained up without a sound | img2poems |
i loved my trees in order to dispose
i numbered peaches looked how stocks arose
told the same story oft in short began to prose | img2poems |
here craving for a morsel of their bread
a pampered menial drove me from the door
to seek a shelter in the humble shed | img2poems |
when we lay in the burning fever
on the mud of the cold clay floor
till you parted us all for three months squire | img2poems |
i could get no more employment
the weather was bitter cold
the young ones cried and shivered | img2poems |
take this long curl of yellow hair
and give it my father and tell him my prayer
my dying prayer was for him | img2poems |
no night so wild but brings the constant sun
with love and power untold
no time so dark but through its woof there run | img2poems |
hon
mrs
charles hobart | img2poems |
between the falling leaf and rose-bud's breath
the bird's forsaken nest and her new song
the worm and butterfly it is not long | img2poems |
now and afterwards
two hands upon the breast and labor is past
russian proverb | img2poems |
from the greek of simmias
translation of william m
haudinge | img2poems |
margaret e
m
sangster | img2poems |
would be with me ere-long
and 'viva italia' he died for our saint
who forbids our complaint | img2poems |
caroline e
s
norton | img2poems |
he framed her in such wondrous wise
she was to speak without disguise
the fairest thing in mortal eyes | img2poems |
julia c
r
dorr | img2poems |
and over her bosom they crossed her hands
come away
they said god understands | img2poems |
o perfect dead
o dead most dear
i hold the breath of my soul to hear | img2poems |
ah foolish world
o most kind dead
though he told me who will believe it was said | img2poems |
see the blind frolicsome
girls in blue pinafores
turning their skipping ropes | img2poems |
do we sport carelessly
blindly upon the verge
of an apocalypse | img2poems |
each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe
death rides upon the sulphury siroc
red battle stamps his foot and nations feel the shock | img2poems |
till others fall where other chieftains lead
thy name shall circle round the gaping throng
and shine in worthless lays the theme of transient song | img2poems |
and long as kinder eyes shall deign to cast
a look along my page that name enshrined
shalt thou be first beheld forgotten last | img2poems |
he chused the bad and did the good affright
with concubines
no earthly things | img2poems |
i depart
whither i know not but the hour's gone by
when albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye | img2poems |
our best gos-hawk can hardly fly
so merrily along
our best greyhound can hardly fly | img2poems |
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