East-Side: New York, by Maxwell Bodenheim
An old Jew munches an apple,
With conquering ...
Flower Poems
Forgetfulness, by Maxwell Bodenheim
Happier than green-kirtled apple-trees
Waving ...
The Gown You Wear, by Maxwell Bodenheim
The gown you wear is curiously like sound--
Ta...
Insanity, by Maxwell Bodenheim
Like a vivid hyperbole,
The sun plunged into ...
Jack Rose, by Maxwell Bodenheim
With crafty brooding life turned to Jack Rose
...
Poet-Vagabond Grown Old, by Maxwell Bodenheim
The dust of many roads has been my grey wine.
...
Rear Porches of an Apartment Building, by Maxwell Bodenheim
A sky that has never known sun, moon, or star...
Seaweed from Mars, by Maxwell Bodenheim
I "Have you ever played a violin
Larger than ...
Uneasy Reflections, by Maxwell Bodenheim
Determinedly peppered with signs,
The omnibus...
Your Cheeks are Spent Diminuendos, by Maxwell Bodenheim
Your cheeks are spent diminuendos
Sheering int...
Alter?, by Emily Dickinson
Alter? When the hills do.
Falter? When the sun...
Autumn, by Emily Dickinson
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts...
The Daisy Follows Soft the Sun, by Emily Dickinson
The daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his ...
A Day, by Emily Dickinson
I'll tell you how the sun rose, --
A ribbon a...
On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose, by Emily Dickinson
On this long storm the rainbow rose,
On this ...
Perhaps You'd Like to Buy a Flower?, by Emily Dickinson
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
But I coul...
Purple Clover, by Emily Dickinson
There is a flower that bees prefer,
And butte...
The Sea of Sunset, by Emily Dickinson
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are...
Two Worlds, by Emily Dickinson
It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fi...
The Wife, by Emily Dickinson
She rose to his requirement, dropped
The play...
Il Bacio, by Paul Verlaine
Kiss! Hollyhock in Love's luxuriant close!
Bri...
To Dahlia, by Paul Verlaine
Lovely whore
With your hard black eyes
And yo...
Dreaming of Li Bai, by Du Fu
I If death parts us, the tears will dry one d...
The Excursion, by Du Fu
I How delighted, at sunset, to loosen the bo...
The Lost Beauty, by Du Fu
Cut off from all--my beauty only left--
My glo...