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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…
At his begetting a Welsh adder Declaiming in Ayrshire against Di… With the jewel of Ireland under i… Entered his mother and for nine mo… The ghost confronted her in doorwa…
I sit in the top of the wood, my e… Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and hooked… Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills… The convenience of the high trees!
The flame—red moon, the harvest mo… Rolls along the hills, gently boun… A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and sinks upwar… To lie on the bottom of the sky, l…
Who owns those scrawny little feet… Who owns this bristly scorched—loo… Who owns these still—working lungs… Who owns this utility coat of musc… Who owns these unspeakable guts?…
She gives him his eyes, she found… Among some rubble, among some beet… He gives her her skin He just seemed to pull it down out… She weeps with fearfulness and ast…
Bloody Mary’s venomous flames can… They can shrivel sinew and char bo… Of foot, ankle, knee and thigh, an… Bowels, and drop his heart a cinde… And her soldiers can cry, as they…
The swallow of summer, she toils a… A blue—dark knot of glittering vol… A whiplash swimmer, a fish of the… But the serpent of cars that crawl… In shimmering exhaust
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…
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, yo… With your fresh thoughts care for,… Ah! as the heart grows older
Crow, feeling his brain slip, Finds his every feather the fossil… Who murdered all these? These living dead, that root in hi… Till he is visibly black?
I saw my world again through your… As I would see it again through y… Through your eyes it was foreign. Plain hedge hawthorns were peculia… A mystery of peculiar lore and doi…
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.
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
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…