In the Art of Climbing Triumph Is Not in Never Falling but in Not Remaining Fallen
Junior Poem Anthology
Tape hiss, Value Village, vibraphones. On fixed-gears scrubbed with salt and lemon, like the secret at the centre of a Magic Heart the witches, genderless as light, breathe green and lavender, announced and disappear, chanting your passwords in a round. Voices similar dimes dropped in a basin, blush ultraviolet, glittering auras. Skin so soft they move through walls they press confronting your window,... Trust Fund Witches
Nobody in the lane, and cypher, nothing only blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the correct mainly, A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a ocean Somewhere at the cease of it, heaving. Blackberries Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes Ebon in the hedges, fat With blueish-carmine juices. These they squander on my... Blackberrying
Gotta dearest us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips, decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips. As the jukebox teases, watch my sistas pharynx the heartbreak, inhaling bassline, smashing backbone and singing thru hips. Similar something boneless, nosotros glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards, ... Hip-Hop Ghazal
Love Regret, my leaning this morning, my leather foot, desire of stone, age old, my burnished and bruised, pilus lingering, hand caked, spongy equally November, my dear Relentless, my honey Aging, ... 5 Postcards from Jericho
Sure, there's a spell the leaves can make, shuddering, and in their lying suddenly still again — flat, and still, similar time itself when information technology seems unexpectedly more bachelor, more to lose therefore, more to beloved, or try to... Just to look upward from the leaves, remember, is a pick too, as if upward from the shame of information technology... My Meadow, My Twilight
oh papa, to have y'all drift up, some office of you drift upward through water through fresh water into the teal plate of sky soaking foothills, papa, to take your breath leave, escape you, escape the weight of bone, muscle and organ, escape yous, to rise up, to loft, till yous are all jiff filling the room, rising, escaping the white... Let the Ponies Out
Hither at Woodlands, Moriah, these thirty-v years after, still I could odor her fear. Then, the huddled hills would not have calmed her, at present every bit they do me. Then, the view did not snatch the panting breath, at present, equally information technology does these xxx-five years later, to the 24-hour interval, I relive the journey of my salmon mother. ... Salmon Courage
This metropolis is beauty unbreakable and amorous every bit 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
Earth has non annihilation to show more fair: Dull would he exist of soul who could pass past A sight so touching in its majesty: This Metropolis now doth, similar a garment, wearable The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples prevarication Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All vivid and glittering in the smokeless... Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
A noiseless patient spider, I marking'd where on a little promontory information technology stood isolated, Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, E'er unreeling them, e'er tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans... A Noiseless Patient Spider
Come up up from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete, And come to the front end door mother, here's a letter from thy dear son. Lo, 'tis fall, Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind, Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and... Come Up From the Fields Father
Interruption, break, suspension, On thy cold greyness stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that ascend in me. O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sis at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings... Break, Pause, Break
An quondam, mad, blind, despised, and dying Rex; Princes, the dregs of their slow race, who menstruum Through public scorn, — mud from a muddy spring; Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know, Just leechlike to their fainting country cling Till they drib, blind in blood, without a blow. A people starved and stabbed in th' untilled field; ... England in 1819
When, in disgrace with fortune and men'south eyes, I all solitary beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And wait upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more than rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this human's art and that human's telescopic, With what I well-nigh... Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
Living, I had no might To make you hear, Now, in the inmost dark, I am and then near No whisper, falling light, Divides u.s., beloved. Living, I had no claim On your great hours. Now the thin candle-flame, The closing flowers, Wednesday summertime with my proper name, — And these are... The Wife
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for k art non so; For those whom m think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou impale me. From rest and slumber, which merely thy pictures exist, Much pleasure; and then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, ... Holy Sonnets: Expiry, be not proud
Give all to love; Obey thy center; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, skilful-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse, — Nothing decline. 'T is a brave master; Allow it accept telescopic: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With fly unspent, ... Give All to Dear
Could our first father, at his toilsome plough, Thorns in his path, and labor on his brow, Clothed but in a rude, unpolished peel, Could he a vain fantastic nymph take seen, In all her airs, in all her caper graces, Her various fashions, and more various faces; How had it posed that skill, which late assigned Just appellations to... Adam Posed
Appear by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snowfall, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit ... The Snow-Storm
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp 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 fiddling waves, with their soft, white... The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
The lords of life, the lords of life, — I saw them laissez passer, In their own guise, Like and different, 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 proper noun; — Some to run into, some to... Experience
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