I Will Never Touch Another Leaf Again

Inferior Poem Anthology

Trust Fund Witches

Tape hiss, Value Village, vibraphones. On fixed-gears scrubbed with table salt and lemon, like the clandestine at the centre of a Magic Heart the witches, genderless as light, breathe green and lavender, appear and disappear, chanting your passwords in a round. Voices similar dimes dropped in a bowl, blush ultraviolet, glittering auras. Skin so soft they move through walls they press against your window,...

Blackberrying

Nobody in the lane, and nothing, naught but blackberries,

Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,

A blackberry alley, going downwardly in hooks, and a bounding main

Somewhere at the stop of it, heaving. Blackberries

Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as optics

Ebon in the hedges, fat

With bluish-blood-red juices. These they squander on my...

Hip-Hop Ghazal

Gotta love the states dark-brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blueish hips,

decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips.

Equally the jukebox teases, lookout my sistas throat the heartbreak,

inhaling bassline, cracking backbone and singing thru hips.

Like something boneless, we glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards,

...

Five Postcards from Jericho

Beloved Regret, my leaning this morn, my leather pes, want of

stone, age old, my burnished and hobbling, hair lingering, manus

caked, spongy equally Nov, my honey Relentless, my dear Aging,

...

My Meadow, My Twilight

Sure, there's a spell the leaves can brand, shuddering,

and in their lying suddenly nonetheless again — apartment, and even so,

like fourth dimension itself when it seems unexpectedly more

available, more to lose therefore, more than to love, or

try to...

Simply to look up from the leaves, remember,

is a choice also, as if upwards from the shame of it...

Let the Ponies Out

oh papa, to have you drift upwards, some part of y'all migrate up through

water through

fresh h2o into the teal plate of heaven soaking foothills, papa,

to have your jiff get out, escape you, escape the

weight of os, muscle and organ, escape yous, to rise upwardly, to loft,

till you are all jiff filling the room, rising, escaping the white...

Salmon Backbone

Hither at Woodlands, Moriah,

these thirty-five years later,

still I could smell her fear.

Then, the huddled hills would not have

calmed her, now every bit they do me.

Then, the view did non snatch

the panting jiff, now, as it does

these thirty-five years afterward, to the day,

I relive the journey of my salmon mother.

...

From thirsty

This city is dazzler

unbreakable and amorous as eyelids,

in the streets, pressed with fierce departures,

submerged landings,

I am innocent equally thresholds

and smashed night birds, lovesick,

every bit empty elevators

allow me declare doorways,

corners, pursuit, let me say

continuing here in eyelashes, in

...

Composed upon Westminster Span, September 3, 1802

Earth has not anything to show more than off-white:

Dull would he exist of soul who could pass by

A sight then touching in its majesty:

This Metropolis at present doth, like a garment, vesture

The beauty of the morning; silent, blank,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples prevarication

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

All brilliant and glittering in the smokeless...

England in 1819

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;

Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow

Through public scorn, — mud from a muddied spring;

Rulers who neither see nor experience nor know,

But leechlike to their fainting country cling

Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.

A people starved and stabbed in thursday' untilled field;

...

Come Upward From the Fields Father

Come up upward from the fields father, here'due south a letter from our Pete,

And come to the front door mother, here'southward a alphabetic character from thy dear son.

Lo, 'tis autumn,

Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,

Cool and sweeten Ohio'south villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate air current,

Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and...

Break, Break, Suspension

Break, break, break,

On thy cold grayness stones, O Sea!

And I would that my tongue 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...

The Wife

Living, I had no might

To make you hear,

Now, in the inmost night,

I am then near

No whisper, falling light,

Divides u.s., dear.

Living, I had no merits

On your great hours.

Now the thin candle-flame,

The closing flowers,

Wed summer with my proper name, —

And these are...

Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my abortive cries,

And await upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to i more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,

Desiring this man's art and that human being'south telescopic,

With what I most...

A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless patient spider,

I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,

Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,

Information technology launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,

Always unreeling them, e'er tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans...

Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud

Death, be not proud, though some take chosen thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art non and so;

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow

Dice not, poor Death, nor yet canst one thousand impale me.

From balance and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; then from thee much more than must period,

And soonest our all-time men with thee do get,

...

The Snow-Tempest

Announced 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 woods, the river, and the sky,

And veils the farm-firm at the garden'due south end.

The sled and traveller stopped, the courier'due south feet

Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit

...

Experience

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 Incorrect,

Temperament without a tongue,

And the inventor of the game

Omnipresent without proper noun; —

Some to see, some to...

Adam Posed

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 arrogance, in all her antic graces,

Her various fashions, and more diverse faces;

How had it posed that skill, which late assigned

Merely appellations to...

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

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 town,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

Only the sea, the ocean in the darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white...

Give All to Honey

Requite all to love;

Obey thy middle;

Friends, kindred, days,

Estate, expert-fame,

Plans, credit and the Muse, —

Nothing refuse.

'T is a brave main;

Permit it have telescopic:

Follow it utterly,

Hope across hope:

High and more loftier

Information technology dives into apex,

With wing unspent,

...

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