Someday the Screen Will Seize This Ghastly Tale and Make a Work of Art From It
Junior Verse form Anthology
Tape hiss, Value Village, vibraphones. On stock-still-gears scrubbed with salt and lemon, like the secret at the centre of a Magic Centre the witches, genderless as light, breathe green and lavender, appear and disappear, chanting your passwords in a round. Voices similar dimes dropped in a bowl, blush ultraviolet, glittering auras. Skin and so soft they move through walls they press confronting your window,... Trust Fund Witches
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, naught only blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry aisle, going down in hooks, and a sea Somewhere at the terminate of it, heaving. Blackberries Big as the brawl of my thumb, and impaired equally optics Ebon in the hedges, fat With blue-red juices. These they squander on my... Blackberrying
Gotta love us chocolate-brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blueish hips, decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips. As the jukebox teases, lookout my sistas throat the heartbreak, inhaling bassline, corking backbone and singing thru hips. Similar something boneless, we glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards, ... Hip-Hop Ghazal
Dear Regret, my leaning this morning, my leather foot, want of rock, historic period onetime, my glassy and bruised, hair lingering, hand caked, spongy as November, my dear Relentless, my dear Aging, ... Five Postcards from Jericho
Sure, there'south a spell the leaves can make, shuddering, and in their lying suddenly still again — flat, and still, like time itself when it seems unexpectedly more than available, more to lose therefore, more to beloved, or endeavor to... But to look up from the leaves, remember, is a choice also, as if up from the shame of it... My Meadow, My Twilight
oh papa, to have yous drift up, some part of you migrate up through water through fresh water into the teal plate of sky soaking foothills, papa, to have your breath leave, escape you lot, escape the weight of bone, muscle and organ, escape you, to rising upward, to loft, till y'all are all breath filling the room, ascension, escaping the white... Let the Ponies Out
Here at Woodlands, Moriah, these thirty-5 years later, however I could smell her fright. Then, the huddled hills would not have calmed her, now as they do me. Then, the view did not snatch the panting breath, now, equally it does these thirty-five years subsequently, to the mean solar day, I relive the journey of my salmon mother. ... Salmon Courage
This city is dazzler unbreakable and dotty as eyelids, in the streets, pressed with vehement departures, submerged landings, I am innocent as thresholds and smashed dark birds, lovesick, equally empty elevators let me declare doorways, corners, pursuit, allow me say standing hither in eyelashes, in ... From thirsty
World has not anything to evidence more off-white: Wearisome would he be of soul who could laissez passer by A sight so touching in its majesty: This Urban center now doth, like a garment, wearable The dazzler of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All brilliant and glittering in the smokeless... Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that ascend in me. O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings... Break, Interruption, Pause
An quondam, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their tedious race, who menstruum Through public scorn, — mud from a muddy spring; Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know, But leechlike to their fainting country cling Till they drop, bullheaded in claret, without a blow. A people starved and stabbed in th' untilled field; ... England in 1819
Come from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete, And come up to the front door mother, here's a alphabetic character from thy dear 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 Up From the Fields Male parent
Living, I had no might To brand y'all hear, At present, in the inmost night, I am so near No whisper, falling low-cal, Divides us, dearest. Living, I had no claim On your smashing hours. Now the thin candle-flame, The closing flowers, Wed summer with my proper name, — And these are... The Wife
A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch'd along filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And yous O my soul where you stand up, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans... A Noiseless Patient Spider
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my abortive cries, And wait upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me similar to one more rich in promise, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I almost... Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men'due south optics
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brownish The traveller hastens toward the boondocks, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the body of water, the bounding main in the darkness calls; The lilliputian waves, with their soft, white... The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
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 various faces; How had it posed that skill, which late assigned Simply appellations to... Adam Posed
Appear past 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 wood, the river, and the sky, And veils the subcontract-firm at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier'south anxiety Delayed, all friends close out, the housemates sit down ... The Snowfall-Storm
The lords of life, the lords of life, — I saw them pass, In their ain guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim, — Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift and spectral Incorrect, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without name; — Some to see, some to... Experience
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art non so; For those whom one thousand recall'st k dost overthrow Die non, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From residue and sleep, which simply thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more than must flow, And soonest our best men with thee practice go, ... Holy Sonnets: Decease, exist not proud
Give all to love; Obey thy eye; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse, — Nothing refuse. 'T is a brave primary; Permit it accept scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond promise: Loftier and more loftier It dives into noon, With fly unspent, ... Give All to Love
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