Tag Archives: Classical Poet

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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Blue Smoke – Karle Wilson Baker

The flame of my life burns low Under the cluttered days, Like a fire of leaves. But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke Goes up to God.

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The Sunset – Percy Bysshe Shelley

There late was One within whose subtle being, As light and wind within some delicate cloud That fades amid the blue noon’s burning sky, Genius and death contended. None may know The sweetness of the joy which made his breath … Continue reading

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poem – to death

Death! where is thy victory? To triumph whilst I die, To triumph whilst thine ebon wing Enfolds my shuddering soul? O Death! where is thy sting? Not when the tides of murder roll, When nations groan, that kings may bask … Continue reading

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poem – snake

A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there. In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree I came down the steps with my pitcher And … Continue reading

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poem – lies about love

We are a liars, because the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, whereas letters are fixed, and we live by the letter of truth. The love I feel for my friend, this year, is different from the love I … Continue reading

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poem – beautiful old age

t ought to be lovely to be old to be full of the peace that comes of experience and wrinkled ripe fulfilment. The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies they would … Continue reading

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