Beam, and
shoUld
iT
biRds
bEes
Might
dEpart
option froM
Below!
swEet
bRiskly
Makes
thE
mY
dOor. hear
sUn flickered
Fear,
sOul
abrUptly,
earth beNding
be birDs
reMember passage
to thE
by John Ashbery
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the back wings
of the
hospital where
nothing
will grow lie
cinders
In which shine
the broken
pieces of a green
bottle
by William Carlos Williams
I taste a liquor never brewed —
From Tankards scooped in Pearl —
Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of Air — am I —
And Debauchee of Dew —
Reeling — thro endless summer days —
From inns of Molten Blue —
When “Landlords” turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove’s door —
When Butterflies — renounce their “drams” —
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats —
And Saints — to windows run —
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the — Sun —
by Emily Dickinson
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed
nose of mine! what will you not be smelling?
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains
of my gab and my loitering.
Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography —
Volcanos nearer here
A Lava step at any time
Am I inclined to climb —
A Crater I may contemplate
Vesuvius at Home
by Emily Dickinson
The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly–and true–
But let a Splinter swerve–
‘Twere easier for You–
To put a Current back–
When Floods have slit the Hills–
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves–
And trodden out the Mills–
by Emily Dickinson
