By bruno darío
fantasía
(poema de amor improviso)
Quiero acompañarte
en la aventura de la maestría.
¡Cuánto me gustar…
(poema de amor improviso)
Quiero acompañarte
en la aventura de la maestría.
¡Cuánto me gustar…
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- By Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers
hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of… - By Jesse NathanGoing to the Russian bathhouse on Innes
to lie naked on a shelf in the steam
while the hatted man
swanning… - By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI want to accompany you
on the adventure of mastery.
How I’d love
our love, the antonym of art! - By Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one… - By Sasha PearlI went to Ulta Beauty to buy perfume
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves… - By Bhion AchimbaWhen Ovid drives the Buick, it is from one sharp end
of Boston to the Cape—as if he must escape the … - By Dorothy ParkerI think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands… - By Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends… - By Trevor Ketnertongue / rim a soft hole—tender meat trim—
mind leitmotiv (doe, moss, petal, vein,
hart, hilt, waist, … - By Jessica JiangTiffany,
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore… - By Jayne CortezWarm night of flesh pimples
Alone
Fear pressing between my eyes the mark of despair
& my thighs once … - By SapphoTranslated By Anne CarsonHe seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your … - By SapphoTranslated By Dan Beachy-Quickand longingly I long and searchingly I search...
- By Li-Young LeeAnd when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
and I mount the… - By William Butler Yeats'Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home,
Those hands to close the eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old... - By William Butler YeatsHow can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics,
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has both read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war... - By Raúl ZuritaTranslated By William RoweAnd then rained down from ferocious clouds
our empty pupils heard the suspended breakers
beat while down… - By Jake SkeetsClouds in his throat,
six months' worth.
He bodies into me
half cosmos, half coyote.
We become night
on Bread… - By Ada LimónIs it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones—
is it okay not to look out this window, but to look out another?
A mentor once said, You can't start a poem...