Function Art Ideas to the Forest of Firefly Lights Mask
Junior Poem Anthology
Tape hiss, Value Village, vibraphones. On fixed-gears scrubbed with table salt and lemon, like the underground at the centre of a Magic Heart the witches, genderless equally light, breathe greenish and lavander, appear and disappear, chanting your passwords in a round. Voices like dimes dropped in a basin, blush ultraviolet, glittering auras. Skin and then soft they move through walls they press confronting your window,... Trust Fund Witches
Nobody in the lane, and zero, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a body of water Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries Large as the ball of my thumb, and dumb every bit eyes Ebon in the hedges, fat With blue-blood-red juices. These they squander on my... Blackberrying
Gotta honey usa chocolate-brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips, decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips. Equally the jukebox teases, watch my sistas throat the heartbreak, inhaling bassline, peachy backbone and singing thru hips. Like something boneless, nosotros glide silent, seeping 'tween floorboards, ... Hip-Hop Ghazal
Dearest Regret, my leaning this forenoon, my leather foot, want of stone, historic period erstwhile, my burnished and hobbling, hair lingering, hand caked, spongy as November, my dear Relentless, my beloved Aging, ... V Postcards from Jericho
Certain, there's a spell the leaves can make, shuddering, and in their lying suddenly yet once more — apartment, and still, like time itself when it seems unexpectedly more available, more to lose therefore, more to love, or try to... But to look up from the leaves, recall, is a choice too, as if upwards from the shame of it... My Meadow, My Twilight
oh papa, to have you lot drift upwardly, some role of you drift upwards through water through fresh h2o into the teal plate of sky soaking foothills, papa, to have your breath leave, escape yous, escape the weight of bone, muscle and organ, escape y'all, to rise up, to loft, till you lot are all breath filling the room, rise, escaping the white... Let the Ponies Out
Here at Woodlands, Moriah, these thirty-five years afterwards, still I could smell her fright. And so, the huddled hills would not have calmed her, now as they do me. Then, the view did not snatch the panting breath, now, as it does these thirty-v years later, to the day, I relive the journey of my salmon mother. ... Salmon Backbone
This metropolis is dazzler unbreakable and amorous as eyelids, in the streets, pressed with fierce departures, submerged landings, I am innocent as thresholds and smashed dark birds, lovesick, every bit empty elevators allow me declare doorways, corners, pursuit, let me say continuing here in eyelashes, in ... From thirsty
World has not anything to prove more off-white: Deadening would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, blank, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless... Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September iii, 1802
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast land, And problem deaf heaven with my abortive cries, And wait upon myself and expletive my fate, Wishing me similar to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's fine art and that man's telescopic, With what I nearly... Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men'southward eyes
Living, I had no might To brand yous hear, Now, in the inmost nighttime, I am so most No whisper, falling light, Divides united states of america, dearest. Living, I had no merits On your corking hours. Now the thin candle-flame, The closing flowers, Wed summer with my name, — And these are... The Wife
Come up up from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete, And come to the front door mother, hither's a letter from thy dear son. Lo, 'tis autumn, Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio'due south villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind, Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and... Come Up From the Fields Male parent
An sometime, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, — mud from a muddy spring; Rulers who neither come across nor experience nor know, But leechlike to their fainting country cling Till they drib, bullheaded in blood, without a accident. A people starved and stabbed in th' untilled field; ... England in 1819
A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Marking'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch'd along filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you lot O my soul where yous stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans... A Noiseless Patient Spider
Pause, intermission, break, On thy common cold gray stones, O Body of water! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman'due south boy, That he shouts with his sis at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings... Interruption, Suspension, Intermission
Could our starting time male parent, at his toilsome plow, Thorns in his path, and labor on his forehead, Clothed only in a rude, unpolished pare, Could he a vain fantastic nymph take seen, In all her arrogance, in all her antic graces, Her diverse fashions, and more than various faces; How had it posed that skill, which late assigned Just appellations to... Adam Posed
Death, be not proud, though some have chosen thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom g think'st yard dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thousand kill me. From residual and sleep, which just thy pictures be, Much pleasure; so from thee much more must catamenia, And soonest our best men with thee practice get, ... Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
Requite all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Manor, good-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse, — Nothing pass up. 'T is a brave master; Let it accept scope: Follow it utterly, Promise beyond promise: Loftier and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, ... Requite All to Love
The lords of life, the lords of life, — I saw them pass, In their ain guise, Like and different, Portly and grim, — Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without name; — Some to encounter, some to... Experience
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Forth the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the ocean in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white... The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
Appear by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the sky, And veils the farm-house at the garden'south finish. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit ... The Snow-Tempest
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