By J. V. Cunningham
There is no stillness in this wood.
The quiet of this clearing
Is the denial of my hearing
The sounds…
The quiet of this clearing
Is the denial of my hearing
The sounds…
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- By J. V. CunninghamYou are the problem I propose,
My dear, the text my musings glose:
I call you for convenience love.
… - By Robyn SchiffThere’s blue, and then there’s blue.
A number, not a hue, this blue
is not the undertone of any one
but… - By Galway KinnellFor I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman… - By Dante Gabriel RossettiYour hands lie open in the long fresh grass,—
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your… - By Robert BurnsO my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s… - By Thomas McGrathBefore you, I was living on an island
And all around the seas of that lonely coast
Cast up their imitation… - By Molly PeacockWhat if we got outside ourselves and there
really was an outside out there, not just
our insides turned… - By Thom GunnI thought I was so tough,
But gentled at your hands,
Cannot be quick enough
To fly for you and show
… - By Pablo NerudaMatilde, years or days
sleeping, feverish,
here or there,
gazing off,
twisting my spine,
bleeding… - By William ShakespeareWhen, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf… - By William ShakespeareShall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake… - By William ShakespeareMy mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white… - By Michael WatersThat Halloween I wore your wedding dress,
our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days.
I’d razored… - By Joanna FuhrmanYou were never a man
in the television sense of the word.
I was never a wild Slinky
in the sex-club… - By William Carlos WilliamsNow that I have cooled to you
Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,
Temples soothed by the sun to … - By Denise LevertovThe ache of marriage:
thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth
We look… - By Susan BrowneI know him, that man
walking- toward me up the crowded street
of the city, I have lived with him
seven… - By Robert Hershonyou politely ask me not to die and i promise not to
right from the beginning—a relationship based on… - By Jennifer Michael HechtGuy calls the doctor, says the wife’s
contractions are five minutes apart.
Doctor says, Is this her…