#English #Women
A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my
Green Snake, when I hung you roun… and stroked your cold, pulsing thr… as you hissed to me, glinting arrowy gold scales, and I felt the weight of you on my shoulders,
High, hollowed in green above the rocks of reason lies the crater lake whose ice the dreamer breaks to find a summer season.
The moon is a sow and grunts in my throat Her great shining shines through m… so the mud of my hollow gleams and breaks in silver bubbles
"The World is not something to look at, it is something to be in.… Mark Rudman I look and look. Looking’s a way of being: one beco…
Rose Red’s hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she pre… supper of honey and apples, curds… for the bear, and leaves it ready on the hearth-stone.
“Adam, where are you?” God’s hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam’s inattention, his confused attention to everythi…
Though the road turn at last to death’s ordinary door, and we knock there, ready to enter and it opens easily for us,
White dawn. Stillness. When… I took it for a sea-wind, coming t… of salt, of treeless horizons. but… didn’t stir; the leaved of my brot… unmoving.
This wild night, gathering the was… &n bsp; animal vines t… slapping my face lightl… in the gesticulations o… I recall out of my joy a night of…
Genial poets, pink-faced earnest wits— you have given the world some choice morsels, gobbets of language presented
The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves shivering in the sun,
U.S. BURIED IRAQI SOL… ‘What you saw was a bunch of trenches with arms sticking out.’ ‘Plows mounted on
iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor’s chimney casts on the…
When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abund… whispers. My presence made them