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LordByron |
Lord Byron Poems : When We Two Parted
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever... |
1.190 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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LordByron |
Lord Byron Poems : So, We'll Go No More A-Roving
So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be... |
1.053 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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LordByron |
Lord Byron Poems : The Prisoner of Chillon
My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night,... |
536 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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LordByron |
Lord Byron Poems : The Destruction of Sennacherib
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in... |
540 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : Your Mind is a Little, Clandestine Pastel
Your mind is a little, clandestine pastel Shaped into a posture of rigid grief.... |
1.958 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : Your Criss-Crossed Ringlets of Hair
Your criss-crossed ringlets of hair Are tipped with faltering opalescence. At... |
2.245 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : Your Cheeks are Spent Diminuendos
Your cheeks are spent diminuendos Sheering into the rose-veiled silence of your lips... |
2.208 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : Your Breast is the Bridal Couch of Our Stillness
Your breast is the bridal couch of our stillness. The restless beggar of our breath... |
1.772 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : Your Body was Puzzling
Your body was puzzling, like a half-made figure Till the final shaping of your voice... |
2.109 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : Your Body Is a Closed Fan
Your body is a closed fan Holding long brush-strokes of glowing repose. Your... |
2.009 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : Your Arms, in Faltering Crescendos
Your arms, in faltering crescendos, Wander through the room Tinted with... |
2.269 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : Young Woman
So we have a face Cupped by tender insolences, Half repenting insolences... |
2.096 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : Young Poet
The grinning clamour on your face Dies abruptly, for moments: Boldness and... |
1.829 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : You Draw My Heart about You
You draw my heart about you, as a cloak, And your words steal over it like a... |
1.780 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : You Are a Well Sprayed with Cool Rubies
You are a well sprayed with cool rubies of sound In which I bathe and rise with... |
1.948 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : The Wrinkled Grimaces of Eastern Skies
The wrinkled grimaces of eastern skies Are caught on the Chinese mirrors of your eyes... |
2.047 | Sat,14-May-2011 | |
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Maxwell Bodenheim |
Maxwell Bodenheim Poems : When Fools Dispute
A trickle of dawn insinuated itself Through the crevices of black satiation. ... |
1.932 | Sat,14-May-2011 |
