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| 1671. | Aix In Provence by Robert Browning | | Christ God who savest man, save most
Of men Count Gismond who saved me!
Count Gauthier, when he chose his post,
Chose time and place and company
T... |
| 1673. | "Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes" by Robert Browning | | Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes
Of labdanum, and aloe-balls,
Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes
From out her hair: such balsam falls
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| 1674. | Protus by Robert Browning | | Among these latter busts we count by scores,
Half-emperors and quarter-emperors,
Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest,
Loricand low-br... |
| 1675. | Topography by Sharon Olds | | After we flew across the country we
got in bed, laid our bodies
delicately together, like maps laid
face to face, East to West, my
San Francisco a... |
| 1676. | The Daughter Goes To Camp by Sharon Olds | | In the taxi alone, home from the airport,
I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept
creeping over the smooth plastic
to find your strong meat... |
| 1677. | The Pact by Sharon Olds | | We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the
Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her one ounce of
cottage cheese, pr... |
| 1678. | The Space Heater by Sharon Olds | | On the then-below-zero day, it was on,
near the patients' chair, the old heater
kept by the analyst's couch, at the end,
like the infant's headston... |
| 1679. | The Clasp by Sharon Olds | | She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds,
we had been in the apartment two weeks straight,
I grabbed her to keep her from shoving him ... |
| 1680. | Primitive by Sharon Olds | | I have heard about the civilized,
the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are
savages. You come in with a bag,
ho... |
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