
Persimmons By Li-Young Lee - Giggle Poems
Dew: I’ve forgotten. Naked: I’ve forgotten. Wrens are small, plain birds, yarn is what one knits with. Knowing it wasn’t ripe or sweet, I didn’t eat b ...
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Dew: I’ve forgotten. Naked: I’ve forgotten. Wrens are small, plain birds, yarn is what one knits with. Knowing it wasn’t ripe or sweet, I didn’t eat b ...
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I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden paths In my stiff, broc ...
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What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant; and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind Aches with its presence.
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In Golden Gate Park that day ???????????????????????????a man and his wife were coming along??? ?????????thru the enormous meadow ???????????????????? ...
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All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quiet, persistent rain.
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You pick up the horn with some will and blow into the freezing night: a love supreme, a love supreme— Dawn comes and you cook up the thick sin 'tween ...
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And at night, quivering with tears, You are like the tree called Tasso’s. When the lovers prop their bicycles And sit on the high benches That look ac ...
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Vandergast to his neighbors— the grinding of a garage door and hiss of gravel in the driveway. From his desk he had a view of the street— translucent ...
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Everyone at Lake Kearney had a nickname: there was a Bumstead, a Tonto, a Tex, and, from the slogan of a popular orchestra, two sisters, Swing and Swa ...
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Her hands were hollow, pale, and blue, Her mouth like watered wine.
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Trees in the old days used to stand And shape a shady lane Where lovers wandered hand in hand Who came from Carentan. This was the shining green canal ...
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The bugle sounds the measured call to prayers, The band starts bravely with a clarion hymn, From every side, singly, in groups, in pairs, Each to his ...
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When the day lowers its vermilion tapestry over the west ridge, the water has the sound of leaves shaken in a sack, and the child's voice that you hav ...
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I used to lean in the doorway and watch my stony woman wind the copper through the black, and play with my understanding, show me she cóuld take a cup ...
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Farm boys wild to couple With anything with soft-wooded trees With mounds of earth mounds Of pinestraw will keep themselves off Animals by legends of ...
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And does the heart grow old? You know In the indiscriminate green Of summer or in earliest snow A landscape is another scene, Inchoate and anonymous, ...
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I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck??? moving away from me beyond anger or failure your face in the evening schools of longing thr ...
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But I forced to mind my vision of a sky close and enclosed, unlike the space in which these clouds move— a sky of gray mist it appeared— and how looki ...
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