outland poetry
anthology
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Hart Crane
Black tambourine
Interest in a black cellar
The door in the reclusive judge left a mark slow.
Insects also shake the shadow of the bottle,
A cockroach and the gap across the floor.
Aesop, deep in thought, we found that the
A haven for turtles and rabbits;
Fox tail and ears covered his sows cemetery
The air resound with mixed spell.
That black, was abandoned in the cellar,
Hovering in the center of a kingdom, it is black, is located
Between his tambourine, on the wall,
By this time, in Africa, a body flies quickly occupied.
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Abstract garden
Branches of the apple of her desire -
Suspension shining sun imitation.
Branches caught her breath, her voice, secretly
Branches in the branches on her head tilt and rise in
Into sky, blurred her eyes.
She is a tree and its green fingers of prisoners.
So she dreamed he was the tree,
The wind took her, weaving her childlike vein,
Her move to the blue sky and it is swift in
Drowning in the sun heat the hearts of her hand.
She has no memory, no fear, no hope
In her foot on the grass and shadows.
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Northern Labrador
Tilt the territory of the ice
The sky was gray bow of the tension of gypsum,
Silent put its own
Fired boundless.
"No one came here to defeat you,
Or make your breasts flash
Birth faint blush it?
You do not remember it? Light or dark? "
Through the quiet cool. Only those cunning hour here
They travel back towards the spring -
The answer is
No birth, no death, no time to even the sun.
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My grandmother's love letter
No stars tonight
Only the memory of the stars.
Relaxation in the waist in a soft rain
The number of room left to memory.
Even enough room
Elizabeth, my grandmother left
Love letter,
They have long been
Pressure in the corner of the roof
They brown yellow, soft,
As soon as the snow melts.
Here's a great foot
Steps must be gentle.
They have all been an invisible white hair hanging.
Birch branches as they shivered in the recruiting air.
I asked myself:
"Your fingers are not long enough
To play only the echo of the keys:
There is not strong enough to silence
The music back to its source
Back to you again
Like her? "
And I would rather take my grandmother's hand
Through so many things she do not understand;
So I tripped. Rain continued on the roof
With a gentle smile of compassion.
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River of Sleep
Willow brings a slow voice,
Wind danced Sarabande dance, swept the lawn.
I do not remember
Fiery and stubborn water swamp
Until age took me to the sea.
Banner, weeds. There on the side of a steep concave wall
Memory: The share of the moon where cypress
Tyranny; they soon will I dragged into hell.
Dream up the sulfur Mammoth Turtles
And then fall down, rip them in the sun
Cut into pieces ... ...
How do I give up a deal ah! Black canyon
And mountain lair of all fantastic:
There beaver learned sewing and teeth.
I went inside and quickly got out of the pond -
Now I remember singing that is the edge of willows.
Finally, in memory of all the things that are in care.
I finally passed in the city - like the flow of the hot ointment
After smoking, like darts, and - after
Monsoon cleverly bypass the delta
The bay to the entrance ... ... there, beyond the dam
I hear the wind stripped off a piece of sapphire, like this summer,
Willow can not retain more stable sound.
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Apple Sunday morning
To William Sommer
Leaves will fall again at some point, as
Nature and purpose of fraud, add the following:
The lines in your luxurious and loyal force.
But now, being naked in a mature
Spring is a challenge: head
Into his
Sword of the kingdom, her purple shadow
Outbreak in a winter world: this world
From contempt for the white snow.
A boy with a dog running in front of the sun, riding
They created a separate track of spontaneous,
Week four seasons of their own line of bright
Hidden in the valley you live
(Known as brandy Valley).
I have seen there shaking your secret apple, -
Love, and mad sense of apples
Meet to explore your hanging wine.
Them once again stuck the knife in a tank next to
Keep them full of posture, ready to burst -
Apple, Bill, Apple!
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