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Prospect by Sylvia Plath
Among orange-tile rooftops
and chimney pots
the fen fog slips,
gray as rats,
while on spotted..
Perseus by Sylvia Plath
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering
Head alone shows you in the prodigious act
Of digesting what c..
Purdah by Sylvia Plath
Jade --
Stone of the side,
The antagonized
Side of green Adam, I
Smile, cross-legged,
Enigmat..
Polly's Tree by Sylvia Plath
A dream tree, Polly’s tree:
a thicket of sticks,
each speckled twig
ending in a thin-paned
lea..
Paralytic by Sylvia Plath
It happens. Will it go on? ----
My mind a rock,
No fingers to grip, no tongue,
My god the iron lu..
Pheasant by Sylvia Plath
You said you would kill it this morning.
Do not kill it. It startles me still,
The jut of that odd..
Pursuit by Sylvia Plath
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit.
RACINE
There is a panther stalks me down:
One da..
Poems, Potatoes by Sylvia Plath
The word, defining, muzzles; the drawn line
Ousts mistier peers and thrives, murderous,
In establi..
Pinup by Billy Collins
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense
that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup
d..
Picnic, Lightning by Billy Collins
It is possible to be struck by a
meteor or a single-engine plane while
reading in a chair at home...
Plutonian Ode by Allen Ginsberg
I
What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there
a new thing under the Sun?
At last inqu..
Psalm IV by Allen Ginsberg
Now I’ll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God:
It was no dream, I lay broad..
Please Master by Allen Ginsberg
Please master can I touch your cheeck
please master can I kneel at your feet
please master can I l..
Picasso... (XXIII) by E. E. Cummings
Picasso
you give us Things
which
bulge:grunting lungs pumped full of sharp thick mind
you make..
Poem, Or Beauty Hurts Mr. Vinal by E. E. Cummings
take it from me kiddo
believe me
my country, ’tis of
you, land of the Cluett
Shirt Boston Gart..
pity this busy monster,manunkind... (XIV) by E. E. Cummings
pity this busy monster,manunkind,
not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victum(death and..
Purposely Ungrammatical Love Song by Dorothy Parker
There’s many and many, and not so far,
Is willing to dry my tears away;
There’s many to tell me wh..
Prayer For a New Mother by Dorothy Parker
The things she knew, let her forget again-
The voices in the sky, the fear, the cold,
The gaping s..
Penelope by Dorothy Parker
In the pathway of the sun,
In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where the world and sky are one,
He sh..
Pattern by Dorothy Parker
Leave me to my lonely pillow.
Go, and take your silly posies
Who has vowed to wear the willow
Loo..
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