Civil Rights Movement 1960s Sound of a Stream Sunlight Dancing on Waters Life Wakes Up Again
Inferior Poem Anthology
Tape hiss, Value Village, vibraphones. On fixed-gears scrubbed with salt and lemon, similar the hole-and-corner at the middle of a Magic Eye the witches, genderless as calorie-free, exhale green and lavender, appear and disappear, chanting your passwords in a round. Voices like dimes dropped in a bowl, blush ultraviolet, glittering auras. Skin so soft they motility through walls they press confronting your window,... Trust Fund Witches
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, null but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the correct mainly, A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a bounding main Somewhere at the terminate of it, heaving. Blackberries Large as the brawl of my pollex, and dumb as eyes Ebon in the hedges, fat With bluish-red juices. These they squander on my... Blackberrying
Gotta dearest us brown girls, munching on fatty, swinging bluish hips, decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips. As the jukebox teases, watch my sistas throat the heartbreak, inhaling bassline, peachy backbone and singing thru hips. Like something boneless, nosotros glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards, ... Hip-Hop Ghazal
Dear Regret, my leaning this morning, my leather human foot, want of stone, age former, my burnished and bruised, hair lingering, hand caked, spongy every bit Nov, my dear Relentless, my dear Aging, ... Five Postcards from Jericho
Certain, in that location'due south a spell the leaves tin can make, shuddering, and in their lying of a sudden still once more — flat, and still, like time itself when it seems unexpectedly more available, more to lose therefore, more to love, or attempt to... Merely to look up from the leaves, recall, is a choice also, every bit if up from the shame of it... My Meadow, My Twilight
oh papa, to have you lot migrate upwardly, some part of you migrate up through h2o through fresh h2o into the teal plate of sky soaking foothills, papa, to take your breath leave, escape yous, escape the weight of os, muscle and organ, escape y'all, to rise upwardly, to loft, till you lot are all breath filling the room, rising, escaping the white... Permit the Ponies Out
Hither at Woodlands, Moriah, these 30-five years later, even so I could olfactory property her fearfulness. Then, the huddled hills would non have calmed her, now as they do me. Then, the view did not snatch the panting jiff, now, as information technology does these thirty-five years subsequently, to the day, I relive the journey of my salmon mother. ... Salmon Backbone
This city is beauty unbreakable and amorous as eyelids, in the streets, pressed with fierce departures, submerged landings, I am innocent every bit thresholds and smashed dark birds, lovesick, as empty elevators allow me declare doorways, corners, pursuit, let me say standing hither in eyelashes, in ... From thirsty
Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could laissez passer by A sight then touching in its majesty: This Urban center now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morn; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless... Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
Living, I had no might To make you hear, At present, in the inmost night, I am so about No whisper, falling light, Divides u.s.a., honey. Living, I had no claim On your corking hours. Now the thin candle-flame, The closing flowers, Wed summertime with my proper name, — And these are... The Wife
Come up from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete, And come up to the front door mother, here's a letter from thy dear son. Lo, 'tis fall, Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, Absurd and sweeten Ohio's villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind, Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and... Come Up From the Fields Father
A noiseless patient spider, I marker'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Marking'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 you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans... A Noiseless Patient Spider
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's optics, I all solitary beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to ane more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's fine art and that homo's scope, With what I most... Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's optics
Break, pause, break, On thy cold grey 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 crewman lad, That he sings... Break, Break, Break
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who catamenia Through public contemptuousness, — mud from a muddy spring; Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know, But leechlike to their fainting country cling Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow. A people starved and stabbed in th' untilled field; ... England in 1819
Could our first begetter, at his toilsome plough, Thorns in his path, and labor on his forehead, Clothed only in a rude, unpolished skin, Could he a vain fantastic nymph have seen, In all her airs, in all her caper graces, Her various fashions, and more various faces; How had it posed that skill, which late assigned But appellations to... Adam Posed
Give all to dearest; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse, — Nil reject. 'T is a brave primary; Allow it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope across hope: High and more high It dives into apex, With fly unspent, ... Give All to Beloved
Appear by 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 heaven, And veils the farm-business firm at the garden's finish. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends close out, the housemates sit ... The Snow-Storm
The lords of life, the lords of life, — I saw them pass, In their ain guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim, — Utilize and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift and spectral Incorrect, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without proper noun; — Some to see, some to... Feel
Death, be non proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art non then; For those whom thou retrieve'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor however canst grand kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, ... Holy Sonnets: Death, exist non proud
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Forth the body of water-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the boondocks, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, Simply the sea, the ocean in the darkness calls; The picayune waves, with their soft, white... The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
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