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Tape hiss, Value Village, vibraphones. On fixed-gears scrubbed with salt and lemon, like the cloak-and-dagger at the centre of a Magic Eye the witches, genderless as lite, exhale green and lavander, appear and disappear, chanting your passwords in a round. Voices like dimes dropped in a bowl, blush ultraviolet, glittering auras. Pare so soft they motility through walls they press against your window,... Trust Fund Witches
Nobody in the lane, and goose egg, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the correct mainly, A blackberry aisle, going down in hooks, and a sea Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries Large equally the brawl of my thumb, and impaired as eyes Ebon in the hedges, fat With blue-carmine juices. These they squander on my... Blackberrying
Gotta love us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging bluish hips, decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips. As the jukebox teases, lookout man my sistas throat the heartbreak, inhaling bassline, corking courage and singing thru hips. Like something boneless, nosotros glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards, ... Hip-Hop Ghazal
Dearest Regret, my leaning this morning, my leather foot, want of stone, historic period old, my burnished and bruised, hair lingering, hand caked, spongy as November, my love Relentless, my dear Aging, ... Five Postcards from Jericho
Sure, in that location's a spell the leaves can make, shuddering, and in their lying all of a sudden still once more — flat, and still, similar time itself when it seems unexpectedly more available, more to lose therefore, more than to dearest, or try to... Merely to look upward from the leaves, think, is a choice also, as if upwards from the shame of it... My Meadow, My Twilight
oh papa, to have you drift up, some part of y'all migrate up through water through fresh h2o into the teal plate of sky soaking foothills, papa, to accept your jiff leave, escape y'all, escape the weight of bone, musculus and organ, escape you, to rise up, to loft, till you are all jiff filling the room, ascension, escaping the white... Let the Ponies Out
Here at Woodlands, Moriah, these xxx-v years afterward, still I could smell her fear. Then, the huddled hills would not have calmed her, now as they do me. So, the view did not snatch the panting breath, now, as it does these thirty-five years later, to the twenty-four hours, I relive the journey of my salmon female parent. ... Salmon Courage
This urban center is beauty unbreakable and amorous as eyelids, in the streets, pressed with fierce departures, submerged landings, I am innocent every bit thresholds and smashed night birds, lovesick, as empty elevators let me declare doorways, corners, pursuit, let me say continuing here in eyelashes, in ... From thirsty
World has non anything to prove more off-white: Irksome would he be of soul who could laissez passer by A sight then touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The dazzler of the morning; 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
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast country, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and expletive my fate, Wishing me like to ane more than rich in promise, Featured similar him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that homo's telescopic, With what I about... Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
An erstwhile, mad, bullheaded, despised, and dying Male monarch; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who period Through public scorn, — mud from a muddy spring; Rulers who neither see nor experience nor know, But leechlike to their fainting country cling Till they driblet, blind in claret, without a accident. A people starved and stabbed in th' untilled field; ... England in 1819
Come up from the fields male parent, here's a letter from our Pete, And come to the front door mother, hither's a letter from thy beloved son. Lo, 'tis autumn, Lo, where the copse, deeper dark-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 Upwardly From the Fields Begetter
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Ocean! And I would that my natural language 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
Living, I had no might To make y'all hear, At present, in the inmost nighttime, I am so near No whisper, falling calorie-free, Divides us, dear. Living, I had no claim On your keen hours. At present the thin candle-flame, The closing flowers, Wed summertime with my name, — And these are... The Wife
A noiseless patient spider, I marker'd where on a picayune promontory information technology stood isolated, Mark'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 lot O my soul where y'all stand, Surrounded, discrete, in measureless oceans... A Noiseless Patient Spider
Could our first father, at his toilsome plow, Thorns in his path, and labor on his brow, Clothed only in a rude, unpolished pare, Could he a vain fantastic nymph take seen, In all her airs, in all her caper graces, Her various fashions, and more diverse faces; How had it posed that skill, which late assigned Just appellations to... Adam Posed
The lords of life, the lords of life, — I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like 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
Give all to dear; Obey thy middle; Friends, kindred, days, Manor, proficient-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse, — Nothing decline. 'T is a brave master; Allow it accept scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, ... Give All to Beloved
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-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 bounding main, the sea in the darkness calls; The petty waves, with their soft, white... The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
Death, exist not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou fine art non so; For those whom thou recall'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst g kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; so from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee exercise go, ... Holy Sonnets: Expiry, be not proud
Announced by all the trumpets of the heaven, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the sky, And veils the farm-house at the garden's finish. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier'southward feet Delayed, all friends close out, the housemates sit ... The Snowfall-Storm
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