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Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of steel On trees and roads and hills and a… That can no longer feel. But the carp is in its depth
With love so like fire they dared… Let it out into strawy small talk; With love so like a flood they dar… Let out a trickle lest the whole c… These two sat speechlessly:
Millionly-whored, without womb, Her heart already rubbish, Watching the garret death come, This thirty year old miss Walked in park pastoral
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, yo… With your fresh thoughts care for,… Ah! as the heart grows older
When Crow was white he decided th… He decided it glared much too whit… He decided to attack it and defeat… He got his strength up flush and i… He clawed and fluffed his rage up.
“No, the serpent did not Seduce Eve to the apple. All that’s simply Corruption of the facts. Adam ate the apple.
O lady, when the tipped cup of the… You became soft fire with a cloud’… The difficult stars swam for eyes… You stood, and your shadow was my… You turned, your shadow turned to…
Terrifying are the attent sleek th… More coiled steel than living– a p… Dark deadly eye, those delicate le… Triggered to stirrings beyond sens… a stab
The clock—face stares, Its heart will betray it. A creak stands on the landing, loo… The chairs have surrendered and ar… The floor presses its face into th…
A cool small evening shrunk to a d… And you listening. A spider’s web, tense for the dew’… A pail lifted, still and brimming–… To tempt a first star to a tremor.
With nothing to brag about but the… Tearing boar-flesh and swilling al… A fermenting of huge-chested bragg… Got nowhere by sitting still To hear some timorous poet enlarge…
The apes yawn and adore their flea… The parrots shriek as if they were… Like cheap tarts to attract the st… Fatigued with indolence, tiger and… Lie still as the sun. The boa-con…
Farmers in the fields, housewives… Watch the burning aircraft across… As if a firefly and a spider fough… Far above the trees, between the w… They wait with interest for the ev…
A shattered army, Thames’ filthy… Not a beautiful spectacle For the drinkers of history, or fo… Or my friends, this island’s paral… Wordsworth’s head went down here s…
This house has been far out at sea… The woods crashing through darknes… Winds stampeding the fields under… Floundering black astride and blin… Till day rose; then under an orang…