By Robert Browning
1.My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch…
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch…
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- By William ShakespeareYe elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do… - By David RoderickI wear a flower in my lapel.
I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose.
A carnation, the fool’s flower… - By Stella Wongthis is some decomposed music. this
is some double. o great
and terrible pressing! submerged
in the… - By Lorine NiedeckerNothing worth noting
except an Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots—
the boots
of the people
wet inside… - By Anne SextonChild, the current of your breath is six days long.
You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed;
lie,… - By Anne SextonIt was only important
to smile and hold still,
to lie down beside him
and to rest awhile,
to be folded… - By Marilyn NelsonOur love still young, our marriage new,
Robert and I felt blackness as
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- By Joyce Carol OatesI was Little Albert.
Nine months old in the famous film.
In a white cotton nightie, on a lab
table sitting… - By Mona Van DuynI was out last night,
the very picture of a sneak, dark and hunched-over,
breaking and entering again.… - By Langston HughesMy name is Johnson—
Madam Alberta K.
The Madam stands for business.
I’m smart that way.
I had a
HAIR… - By R. T. SmithTwo nights he came to me, mute,
on fire, no dream. I woke to find
the window embered and fog filling… - By Donald RevellThe bar in the commuter stationThe Title: "The Northeast Corridor" In his book The Art of Attention:…
- By Delmore SchwartzWhen I fall asleep, and even during sleep,
I hear, quite distinctly, voices speaking
Whole phrases, … - By Ishmael ReedMy Dear Khomeini:
I read your fourteen thousand dollar
ad asking me why the Vatican waited
all of these… - By Rudyard KiplingYou may talk o’ gin and beer
When you’re quartered safe out ’ere,
An’ you’re sent to penny-fights … - By William Shakespeare
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances… - By Louise ErdrichThey say I am excitable! How could
I not scream? The Swiss monk’s tonsure
spun till it blurred yet his… - By Louise ErdrichThis is Tarsus, one place like anyplace else.
And this is my circuit, the rodeo, fair.
The farmboys… - By Jane KenyonI am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years. . . .
I am the maker, the …