Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,– Richard iii

Posts tagged “Poetry

A Winter’s Night Poem

Silvia Plath — 1963


Songs of Innocence-Night

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The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon like a flower,
In heaven’s high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the nigh


— William Blake

Love (almost: maybe)

she sings SONGS of nitro, goodbye, drunken lullabies; she falls into Q’s loose lies. Drunken lullabies,
pornographic sanctified:

Q pulls the razor, whet and fine down the valley of her spine, blood blossoms, white, red and pink.
Q’s thoughts are private, far away, Iron flavored, she rolls away.

Sonnets from the Portuguese

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected largesse? am I cold,
Ungrateful, that for these most manifold
High gifts, I render nothing back at all?
Not so; not cold,–but very poor instead.
Ask God who knows. For frequent tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
Go farther! let it serve to trample on.