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| Search results for: p | Found 8786 Poems |
| 8631. | Winter Sleep by Elinor Wylie | | When against earth a wooden heel
Clicks as loud as stone on steel,
When stone turns flour instead of flakes,
And frost bakes clay as fire bakes,... |
| 8632. | BURNT SHIPS by Henrik Ibsen | | TO skies that were brighter
Turned he his prows;
To gods that were lighter
Made he his vows.
The snow-land's mountains
Sank in the deep;... |
| 8633. | IN THE PICTURE GALLERY by Henrik Ibsen | | WITH palette laden
She sat, as I passed her,
A dainty maiden
Before an Old Master.
What mountain-top is
She bent upon? Ah,
She neatly ... |
| 8634. | WILDFLOWERS AND HOTHOUSE-PLANTS by Henrik Ibsen | | "GOOD Heavens, man, what a freak of taste!
What blindness to form and feature!
The girl's no beauty, and might be placed
As a hoydenish kind of ... |
| 8635. | I AM NOT A NATIVE OF THIS PLACE by Jerome Rothenberg | | I am not a native of this palce.(Yosimasu G.)
nor yet a stranger.
With the rst of you
I hunt for shade
my boots half off
to let the air through.
... |
| 8636. | I WILL NOT EAT MY POEM by Jerome Rothenberg | | I kill for pleasure
not for gain.
A man much more
than you my hands
find knives
& flash them.
I am guilty
in my works
while in their eyes
I... |
| 8638. | The Conjugation of the Paramecium by Muriel Rukeyser | | This has nothing
to do with
propagating
The species
is continued
as so many are
(among the smaller creatures)
by fission
(and this species... |
| 8639. | FRIST POEM by Peter Orlovsky | | A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified.
Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory fills
the air.
I look for... |
| 8640. | SECOND POEM by Peter Orlovsky | | Morning again, nothing has to be done,
maybe buy a piano or make fudge.
At least clean the room up for sure like my farther I'v... |
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