Swear You Wont Ever Leave Me Again Poams
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Tape hiss, Value Village, vibraphones. On fixed-gears scrubbed with salt and lemon, like the secret at the heart of a Magic Eye the witches, genderless as light, breathe green and lavender, appear and disappear, chanting your passwords in a round. Voices similar dimes dropped in a basin, blush ultraviolet, glittering auras. Peel so soft they move through walls they press against your window,... Trust Fund Witches
Nobody in the lane, and zero, zip merely blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry alley, going downward in hooks, and a body of water Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb every bit eyes Ebon in the hedges, fat With blueish-carmine juices. These they squander on my... Blackberrying
Gotta love us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips, decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips. Equally the jukebox teases, watch my sistas throat the heartbreak, inhaling bassline, cracking backbone and singing thru hips. Similar something boneless, nosotros glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards, ... Hip-Hop Ghazal
Dear Regret, my leaning this morning, my leather foot, desire of rock, age onetime, my burnished and bruised, hair lingering, mitt caked, spongy every bit Nov, my dear Relentless, my dear Aging, ... Five Postcards from Jericho
Certain, in that location's a spell the leaves tin make, shuddering, and in their lying suddenly still again — flat, and still, like time itself when it seems unexpectedly more available, more to lose therefore, more to honey, or try to... But to await upwardly from the leaves, call up, is a choice also, as if up from the shame of information technology... My Meadow, My Twilight
oh papa, to have y'all drift up, some office of yous drift up through water through fresh water into the teal plate of sky soaking foothills, papa, to have your breath get out, escape you, escape the weight of bone, muscle and organ, escape you, to ascension up, to loft, till you are all breath filling the room, rising, escaping the white... Allow the Ponies Out
Here at Woodlands, Moriah, these thirty-v years after, still I could smell her fear. And then, the huddled hills would not take calmed her, now as they do me. Then, the view did not snatch the panting breath, now, as it does these thirty-five years later, to the day, I relive the journey of my salmon mother. ... Salmon Courage
This city is dazzler unbreakable and amorous as eyelids, in the streets, pressed with trigger-happy departures, submerged landings, I am innocent as thresholds and smashed night birds, lovesick, every bit empty elevators permit me declare doorways, corners, pursuit, let me say standing here in eyelashes, in ... From thirsty
Earth has non anything to show more fair: Irksome would he be of soul who could pass by A sight and so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The dazzler of the morning; silent, blank, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the heaven; All bright and glittering in the smokeless... Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September three, 1802
A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Marker'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, E'er unreeling them, always tirelessly speeding them. And you 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 lone beweep my outcast land, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And expect upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to i more rich in hope, Featured like him, similar him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's fine art and that human's scope, With what I most... Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
An former, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow 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 driblet, bullheaded in blood, without a blow. A people starved and stabbed in th' untilled field; ... England in 1819
Break, intermission, intermission, On thy cold gray stones, O Bounding main! And I would that my natural language could utter The thoughts that arise 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, Break, Break
Come up from the fields begetter, here'south a letter from our Pete, And come up to the front door mother, here'south a letter from thy beloved son. Lo, 'tis autumn, Lo, where the copse, deeper greenish, yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio'due south villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind, Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and... Come From the Fields Begetter
Living, I had no might To make yous hear, Now, in the inmost night, I am so near No whisper, falling light, Divides us, dearest. Living, I had no claim On your corking hours. Now the thin candle-flame, The closing flowers, Midweek summer with my name, — And these are... The Wife
The lords of life, the lords of life, — I saw them pass, In their own guise, Similar and unlike, Portly and grim, — Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without name; — Some to see, some to... Experience
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 caper graces, Her various fashions, and more various faces; How had it posed that skill, which tardily assigned But appellations to... Adam Posed
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to debark: the whited air Hides hills and woods, 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 shut out, the housemates sit ... The Snow-Storm
Death, exist not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not and so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die non, poor Death, nor yet canst 1000 impale me. From residuum and sleep, which but thy pictures exist, Much pleasure; and then from thee much more must menstruum, And soonest our best men with thee do get, ... Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
Requite all to dearest; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse, — Nothing decline. 'T is a brave master; Permit information technology have scope: Follow information technology utterly, Promise beyond promise: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, ... Give All to Dearest
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the body of water-sands clammy and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The trivial waves, with their soft, white... The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
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