The Midnite Show
Red-Wigglers, Night-Crawlers
& Other Worms
look out
into the crapulous moonlight:
figures of women cascading through the Sunday night;
no beer in sight.
I remember the Night-blooming
Cereus by Dr. Thornton, Engraver, Blake’s
Read Poem & Other Worms
look out
into the crapulous moonlight:
figures of women cascading through the Sunday night;
no beer in sight.
I remember the Night-blooming
Cereus by Dr. Thornton, Engraver, Blake’s
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Symphony No.3, in D Minor
Thousands lavishing, thousands starving;
intrigues, war, flatteries, envyings,
hypocrisies, lying vanities, hollow amusements,
exhaustion, dissipation, death—and giddiness
and laughter, from the first scene to the last.
—Samuel Palmer, 1858
Read Poem intrigues, war, flatteries, envyings,
hypocrisies, lying vanities, hollow amusements,
exhaustion, dissipation, death—and giddiness
and laughter, from the first scene to the last.
—Samuel Palmer, 1858
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Two Pastorals for Samuel Palmer at Shoreham, Kent
I. “If the Night Could Get Up & Walk”
I cannot put my hand into
a cabbage to turn
on the light, but
the moon moves over
the field of dark cabbage and an
exchange fills
all veins.
Read Poem I cannot put my hand into
a cabbage to turn
on the light, but
the moon moves over
the field of dark cabbage and an
exchange fills
all veins.
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A Vulnerary
for Robert Duncan one comes to language from afar, the ear
fears for its sound-barriers—
Read Poem fears for its sound-barriers—
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The Wreck on the A-222 in Ravensbourne Valley
There are more things to love
than we would dare to hope for.
—Richard of St. Victor where the car hit him, fireweed sprang with
Read Poem than we would dare to hope for.
—Richard of St. Victor where the car hit him, fireweed sprang with
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