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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…
Against the rubber tongues of cows… Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open under a blue—blac… Every one a revengeful burst Of resurrection, a grasphed fistfu…
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:
The moon not o be named Going over, clear of all poetry, The exhauster of the poetical Faculties of our race, surrenderin… Of her fourth day rights, ignores…
The stick insect sitting at his st… In the little lamp of his belly is… Lost among glittering traffic, and… A toad is stone-motion, mould-prid… The jewel in this head is the wisd…
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 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…
We sit late, watching the dark slo… No clock counts this. When kisses are repeated and the a… There is no telling where time is. It is midsummer: the leaves hang b…
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…
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.
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…
The clock says “When will it be m… The sun says “Noon hurt me.” The river cries with its mouthful… And the sea moves every way withou… Out of my ear grew a reed
I imagine this midnight moment’s f… Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my finge… Through the window I see no star:
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…
Millionly-whored, without womb, Her heart already rubbish, Watching the garret death come, This thirty year old miss Walked in park pastoral
