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3. After Spanish Proverb Oh, mercifullest one of all, Oh, generous as dear, None lived so lowly, none so small, Thou couldst withhold thy […]...
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5. The Little Peach A little peach in the orchard grew, A little peach of emerald hue; Warmed by the sun and wet by […]...
6. In California During the Gulf War Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among Trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts, The yards and hillsides exhausted by five years […]...
7. Spanish Women The Spanish women don’t wear slacks Because their hips are too enormous. ‘Tis true each bulbous bosom lacks No inspiration […]...
8. Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister I. Gr-r-r – there go, my heart’s abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God’s […]...
9. Accomplished Facts EVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend The first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament […]...
10. The Ripest Peach The ripest peach is highest on the tree And so her love, beyond the reach of me, Is dearest in […]...
11. Spanish Peasant We have no aspiration vain For paradise Utopian, And here in our sun-happy Spain, Though man exploit his fellow man, […]...
12. The Spanish Needle Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me […]...
13. Spanish Dancer As in one’s hand a lighted match blinds you before It comes aflame and sends out brilliant flickering Tongues to […]...
14. Spanish Men The Men of Seville are, they say, The laziest of Spain. Consummate artists in delay, Allergical to strain; Fr if […]...
15. Working Girls THE working girls in the morning are going to work Long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores And […]...
16. If I Could But Forget If I could but forget The fullness of those first sweet days, When you burst sun-like thro’ the haze Of […]...
17. Parousia Love of my life, you Are lost and I am Young again. A few years pass. The air fills With […]...
18. The Swan Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? Did you see it in the morning, rising […]...
19. Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain I’ve gone half crazy. I look up our southern neighbor. […]...
20. Moccasin Flowers All my life, So far, I have loved More than one thing, Including the mossy hooves Of dreams, including’ The […]...
21. Potato Blossom Songs and Jigs RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. […]...
22. Morning Poem #40 pink around a Circle of pink Around a shimmer Of found reason Pink around a Glimmering white Shaked around A […]...
23. Unto one who lies at rest Unto one who lies at rest ‘Neath the sunset, in the West, Clover-blossoms on her breast. Lover of each gracious […]...
24. Under the Violets HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to […]...
25. The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves […]...
26. Three Pieces on the Smoke of Autumn SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray […]...
27. March Evening Blue through the window burns the twilight; Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray […]...
28. To His Two Children In the land of Wu the mulberry leaves are green, And thrice the silkworms have gone to sleep. In East […]...
29. Letters To Dead Imagists EMILY DICKINSON: You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul, The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks, And how […]...
30. The Tale of Custard the Dragon Belinda lived in a little white house, With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse, And a little […]...
31. Handfuls BLOSSOMS of babies Blinking their stories Come soft On the dusk and the babble; Little red gamblers, Handfuls that slept […]...
32. On Gray Eyes Looke how the russet morne exceeds the night, How sleekest Jett yields to the di’monds light, So farr the glory […]...
33. Smoke Rose Gold THE DOME of the capitol looks to the Potomac river. Out of haze over the sunset, Out of a smoke […]...
34. Exposure I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us. . . Wearied we keep awake because […]...
35. The Daughter Of The Year Nature, when she made thee, dear, Begged the treasures of the year. For thy cheeks, all pink and white, Spring […]...
36. The Harbor PASSING through huddled and ugly walls By doorways where women Looked from their hunger-deep eyes, Haunted with shadows of hunger-hands, […]...
37. Hildrup Tubbs I made two fights for the people. First I left my party, bearing the gonfalon Of independence, for reform, and […]...
38. Birds of Prey Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling […]...
39. A Song of a Girl from Loyang There’s a girl from Loyang in the door across the street, She looks fifteen, she may be a little older. […]...
40. To the Tune of The fragrance of the pink lotus Fails, the jade mat hints of autumn. Softly I unfasten my silk cloak, Who […]...