
A Baroque Wall-Fountain in the Villa Sciarra By Richard Wilbur - Giggle Poems
Under the bronze crown Too big for the head of the stone cherub whose feet A serpent has begun to eat, Sweet water brims a cockle and braids down Past ...
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Under the bronze crown Too big for the head of the stone cherub whose feet A serpent has begun to eat, Sweet water brims a cockle and braids down Past ...
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I try Like orphaned Hamlet working up his grief To see my spellbound fathers in these men Who, breathless in their amber atmosphere, Show but the post ...
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The soul shrinks From all that it is about to remember, From the punctual rape of every blessèd day, And cries, “Oh, let there be nothing on earth but ...
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Ask us, ask us whether with the worldless rose Our hearts shall fail us; come demanding Whether there shall be lofty or long standing When the bronze ...
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Art begins with a lie ??????The separation is you plus me plus what we make ????????????Look into lightbulb, blink, sun’s in your eye I want a rare s ...
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I am putting makeup on empty space all patinas convening on empty space rouge blushing on empty space I am putting makeup on empty space pasting eyela ...
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I wonder Then realize I’m not the only person who’s considered in the grand scope of daily living There are those fast asleep who want to be and would ...
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Spooky summer on the horizon I’m gazing at from my window into the streets That’s where it’s going to be where everyone is walking around, looking aro ...
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They’ll hardly note the little changes and their feelings and your conscience will thus be saved: My country tis of thee, Late land of slavery, Of the ...
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I am wreathing broken hearts, I am sheathing love’s light darts; Inspiration of iron times Wedding the toil of toiling climes, Shedding the blood of b ...
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"At pet stores in Detroit, you can buy frozen rats for seventy-five cents apiece, to feed your pet boa constrictor" back home in Grosse Pointe, or in ...
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My life lay crumpled like a smashed car. Lines gather at mouth and at eyes like cracks in a membrane. Outside before dawn houses sail up like wrecks f ...
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In the steamer is the trout??? seasoned with slivers of ginger, two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil.??? We shall eat it with rice for lunch,??? ...
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Half steel wire, half metal wing, nothing and anything might make this noise of saws and rasps, a creaking and groaning of bone-growth, or body-death, ...
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I lie beneath my window listening to the sound of apples dropping in the yard, a syncopated code I long to know, which continues even as I sleep, and ...
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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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When liberty is headlong girl And runs her roads and wends her ways Liberty will shriek and whirl Her showery torch to see it blaze. When liberty is ...
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Are we so certain that those wings, returned And turning, we had half discerned Before our dazzled eyes had surely seen The bird aloft there, did not ...
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First there is the wind but not like the familiar wind but long and without lapses or falling away or surges of air as is usual but rather like the pe ...
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Preferring life with the sons to death with the fathers, We also doubt on the record whether the sons Will still be shouting around with the same huzz ...
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And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth’s noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night: To feel creep u ...
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The star dissolved in evening—the one star The silently and night O soon now, soon And still the light now and still now the large Relinquishing and t ...
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The incoherent rushing of the train Dulls like a drugged pain Numbs To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums Unfolds Hush within hush until the nigh ...
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(Tell me your dreams, O sailors: Tell me, in sleep did you climb The tall masts, and before you—) At night the stillness of old trees Is a leaning ove ...
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