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| 4181. | When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi> | | When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb, should you come
to visit me, I will come forth with speed.
You are for me the blast of the trumpet and... |
| 4182. | My Sad Captains by Thom Gunn> | | One by one they appear in
the darkness: a few friends, and
a few with historical
names. How late they start to shine!
but before they fade they ... |
| 4183. | The Cinnamon Peeler by Michael Ondaatje> | | If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
You coul... |
| 4184. | Speaking To You (From Rock Bottom) by Michael Ondaatje> | | Speaking to you
this hour
these days when
I have lost the feather of poetry
and the rains
of separation
surround us tock
tock like Go tablets
... |
| 4185. | Application For A Driving License by Michael Ondaatje> | | Two birds loved
in a flurry of red feathers
like a burst cottonball,
continuing while I drove over them.
I am a good driver, nothing shocks me.... |
| 4186. | Villanelle Of Spring Bells by Keith Douglas> | | Bells in the town alight with spring
converse, with a concordance of new airs
make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
People emerge fro... |
| 4187. | Love Poem by John Frederick Nims> | | My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases,
At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring,
Whose palms are bulls in china, burs in linen,
And ... |
| 4188. | Called Into Play by A. R. Ammons> | | Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry:
some flurries have whitened the edges of roads
and lawns: time for that, the snow stuff: &
turkeys ... |
| 4189. | An Improvisation For Angular Momentum by A. R. Ammons> | | Walking is like
imagination, a
single step
dissolves the circle
into motion; the eye here
and there rests
on a leaf,
gap, or ledge,
everything... |
| 4190. | Poetics by A. R. Ammons> | | I look for the way
things will turn
out spiralling from a center,
the shape
things will take to come forth in
so that the birch tree white
tou... |
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