Dont Talk to Me or My Son Ever Again Penguin Dead
Inferior Poem Anthology
Tape hiss, Value Village, vibraphones. On fixed-gears scrubbed with salt and lemon, like the secret at the middle of a Magic Eye the witches, genderless every bit light, breathe dark-green and lavender, appear and disappear, chanting your passwords in a round. Voices like dimes dropped in a basin, chroma ultraviolet, glittering auras. Pare so soft they move through walls they printing against your window,... Trust Fund Witches
Nobody in the lane, and zero, nothing merely blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry aisle, going down in hooks, and a sea Somewhere at the stop of information technology, heaving. Blackberries Large as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes Ebon in the hedges, fat With blue-red juices. These they squander on my... Blackberrying
Gotta love us brownish girls, munching on fatty, swinging blue hips, decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips. Every bit the jukebox teases, picket my sistas pharynx the heartbreak, inhaling bassline, great backbone and singing thru hips. Like something boneless, we glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards, ... Hip-Hop Ghazal
Dearest Regret, my leaning this morning, my leather foot, want of stone, historic period old, my burnished and hobbling, hair lingering, hand caked, spongy every bit Nov, my dear Relentless, my beloved Crumbling, ... Five Postcards from Jericho
Sure, there'southward a spell the leaves can make, shuddering, and in their lying suddenly still once more — apartment, and still, like time itself when it seems unexpectedly more available, more to lose therefore, more to beloved, or endeavor to... But to wait upwards from the leaves, think, is a choice also, as if up from the shame of it... My Meadow, My Twilight
oh papa, to have you drift up, some office of you lot drift upwards through water through fresh water into the teal plate of heaven soaking foothills, papa, to take your breath leave, escape you, escape the weight of bone, muscle and organ, escape y'all, 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-five years later, still I could aroma her fear. And then, the huddled hills would not accept calmed her, now every bit they practise me. Then, the view did not snatch the panting breath, now, equally it does these thirty-five years later, to the day, I relive the journey of my salmon mother. ... Salmon Courage
This urban center is dazzler 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 allow me declare doorways, corners, pursuit, allow me say standing here in eyelashes, in ... From thirsty
Earth has not anything to show more off-white: Ho-hum would he be of soul who could pass past A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, vesture The beauty of the morning; silent, blank, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples prevarication Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless... Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
An quondam, mad, blind, despised, and dying Rex; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who menstruation Through public scorn, — mud from a dingy bound; Rulers who neither come across nor feel nor know, But leechlike to their fainting land cling Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow. A people starved and stabbed in th' untilled field; ... England in 1819
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all solitary beweep my outcast state, And trouble deafened heaven with my abortive cries, And look upon myself and expletive my fate, Wishing me similar to 1 more than rich in hope, Featured like him, similar him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that homo's scope, With what I most... Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men'south eyes
Living, I had no might To make you lot hear, Now, in the inmost night, I am so near No whisper, falling light, Divides us, dear. Living, I had no claim On your great hours. At present the thin candle-flame, The endmost flowers, Wed summertime with my name, — And these are... The Wife
Break, break, interruption, On thy common cold greyness stones, O Sea! And I would that my natural language could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman's male child, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings... Break, Interruption, Break
A noiseless patient spider, I marking'd where on a fiddling promontory it stood isolated, Marker'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Always unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And y'all O my soul where y'all stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans... A Noiseless Patient Spider
Come from the fields male parent, here's a letter from our Pete, And come to the forepart door mother, hither's a letter from thy dear son. Lo, 'tis autumn, Lo, where the copse, deeper light-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 Upwardly From the Fields Father
The lords of life, the lords of life, — I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and different, Portly and grim, — Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift and spectral Incorrect, Temperament without a natural language, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without proper noun; — Some to run into, some to... Experience
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snowfall, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to debark: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden'due south end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier'south feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit ... The Snow-Storm
Requite all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse, — Null refuse. 'T is a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond promise: High and more high Information technology dives into apex, With wing unspent, ... Give All to Dear
Death, exist non proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou fine art non so; For those whom thousand retrieve'st g dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst 1000 kill me. From residual and slumber, which but thy pictures exist, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, ... Holy Sonnets: Death, exist non proud
Could our first 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 various fashions, and more diverse faces; How had it posed that skill, which late assigned Only appellations to... Adam Posed
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and chocolate-brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the bounding main, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white... The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
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