Category Archives: Classic Poems

Sexual Soup – Erica Jong

A man so sick that the sexual soup cannot save him – the chicken soup of sex which cures everything: tossed mane of noodles, bits of pale white meat. the globules of yellow fat like love… But he is a … Continue reading

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Milkmaid – Laurie Lee

The girl’s far treble, muted to the heat, calls like a fainting bird across the fields to where her flock lies panting for her voice, their black horns buried deep in marigolds. They climb awake, like drowsy butterflies, and press … Continue reading

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Apples – Laurie Lee

Behold the apples’ rounded worlds: juice-green of July rain, the black polestar of flowers, the rind mapped with its crimson stain. The russet, crab and cottage red burn to the sun’s hot brass, then drop like sweat from every branch … Continue reading

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Town Owl – Laurie Lee

On eves of cold, when slow coal fires, rooted in basements, burn and branch, brushing with smoke the city air; When quartered moons pale in the sky, and neons glow along the dark like deadly nightshade on a briar; Above … Continue reading

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Winter Poem – Laurie Lee

Tonight the wind gnaws with teeth of glass The jackdaw shivers in caged branches of iron The stars have talons There is hunger in the mouth of vole and badger Silver agonies of breath in the nostril of the fox … Continue reading

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Autumn Love – Li Ching Chao

Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. I can find no peace. I drink two cups, then three bowls, Of clear wine until I can’t Stand up … Continue reading

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Mothers And Daughters – David Campbell

The cruel girls we loved Are over forty, Their subtle daughters Have stolen their beauty; And with a blue stare Of cool surprise, They mock their anxious mothers With their mothers’ eyes.

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