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to Ms. Reid & Nana Will Never F… Commencement exercises inhibited by prevalent narcotics less habitu… forbid association to prior or pen… Cambridge excesses in vicinity of…
Our age bereft of nobility How can our faces show it? I look for love. My lips stand out dry and cracked with want
Not as bad as you are And the next time that I see you I shall be old, a figure Couched from under acquaducts Where you still remain abroad a si…
I was young once; and on poverty another palace revolution without… Taking the day the field to wards surrender of material posses…
The hollow eyes of shock remain Electric sockets burnt out in the skull. The beauty of men never disappears But drives a blue car through the
O poetry, visit this house often, imbue my life with success, leave me not alone, give me a wife and home. Take this curse off
The scene changes Five hours later and I come into a room where a clock ticks. I find a pillow to
Destiny lies behind our forces and what lives in the soul dies not. It inhabits our dreams as perpetual as light. As the spring grass flowers,
For I have seen love and his face is choice Heart of H… a flesh of pure fire, fusing from… where all Motion is one. And I have known
'You Talk Of Going But Don’t… ’ Even Have A Suit… (A Series of Repetitions) I will be an old man sometime And live in a dark room somewhere.
to Somes from incarceration, Taunton State… gaunt, ugly deformed broken from the womb, and horribly… at the labor of their forefathers,…
I have never stopped loving him from the first moment I cast eyes… although they made us rob Brink’s whether up the chimney. he stopped loving me
Yes I put her away. But now life flares up As safe as China in a cup You hear the droppings of her heart.
A simple poem About love is what I want To write: words Without mystery, but Shoulders touching
And with great fear I inhabit the… What wrecks of the mind await me,… to dull the senses, what little I… what more can be taken away? The fear of travelling, of the fut…