Seaweed from Mars, by Maxwell Bodenheim
I "Have you ever played a violin
Larger than ...
Animal Poems
Smiles, by Maxwell Bodenheim
Smiles are the words beyond the words
That tho...
Soldiers, by Maxwell Bodenheim
The smile of one face is like a fierce mermaid
...
South State Street: Chicago, by Maxwell Bodenheim
I Rows of blankly box-like buildings
Raise th...
To a Discarded Steel Rail, by Maxwell Bodenheim
Straight strength pitched into the surliness of...
Two Women on a Street, by Maxwell Bodenheim
This street is callous apathy
In a scale of gr...
Uneasy Reflections, by Maxwell Bodenheim
Determinedly peppered with signs,
The omnibus...
When Fools Dispute, by Maxwell Bodenheim
A trickle of dawn insinuated itself
Through th...
The Wrinkled Grimaces of Eastern Skies, by Maxwell Bodenheim
The wrinkled grimaces of eastern skies
Are cau...
Young Poet, by Maxwell Bodenheim
The grinning clamour on your face
Dies abruptl...
Angels in the Early Morning, by Emily Dickinson
Angels in the early morning
May be seen the de...
Apotheosis, by Emily Dickinson
Come slowly, Eden!
Lips unused to thee,
Bas...
The Bee, by Emily Dickinson
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear ...
The Bee Is Not Afraid of Me, by Emily Dickinson
The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butte...
The Butterfly's Assumption-Gown, by Emily Dickinson
The butterfiy's assumption-gown,
In chrysopra...
Emancipation, by Emily Dickinson
No rack can torture me,
My soul's at liberty
...
Except to Heaven, by Emily Dickinson
Except to heaven, she is nought;
Except for ...
From the Chrysalis, by Emily Dickinson
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I'm feelin...
Hope, by Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches i...
I Bring an Unaccustomed Wine, by Emily Dickinson
I bring an unaccustomed wine
To lips long parc...
If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, by Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shal...
If You Were Coming in the Fall, by Emily Dickinson
IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the...
I'm Nobody!, by Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?...
Indian Summer, by Emily Dickinson
These are the days when birds come back,
A ve...
I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed, by Emily Dickinson
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards ...