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81. Graywolf Press: Food Chain: Contents: De/Compositions
Robinson, The Miller's Wife Bernard Spencer, Egyptian Dancer at Shubra RichardWilbur, A Late Aubade john crowe ransom, Janet Waking john crowe ransom
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De/Compositions
101 Good Poems Gone Wrong
by W. D. Snodgrass Table of Contents
Foreword: The De/Composer by Donald Hall Introduction I. William Butler Yeats, "Leda and the Swan"
John Berryman, "Dream Song #22, 'Of 1826'"
Wallace Stevens, "Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock"
Elizabeth Spires, "Globe"
Richard Eberhart, "The Fury of Aerial Bombardment"
Richard Eberhart, "The Groundhog"
Ben Johnson, "Still to Be Neat"
William Shakespeare, "Sonnet #129, 'The expense of spiritÃ'" Walt Whitman, "A Noiseless Patient Spider" Donald Hall, "The Man in the Dead Machine" Robert Creeley, "I Know a Man" Edwin Arlington Robinson, "Eros Turannos" Commentary II. Undercurrents Edwin Arlington Robinson, "The Miller's Wife" Bernard Spencer, "Egyptian Dancer at Shubra" Richard Wilbur, "A Late Aubade"

82. [BELLS FOR JOHN WHITESIDE'S DAUGHTER - John Crowe Ransom] -
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BELLS FOR JOHN WHITESIDE'S DAUGHTER
There was such speed in her little body,
And such lightness in her footfall,
It is no wonder her brown study Astonishes us all
Her wars were bruited in our high window.
We looked among orchard trees and beyond
Where she took arms against her shadow,
Or harried unto the pond
The lazy geese, like a snow cloud Dripping their snow on the green grass, Tricking and stopping, sleepy and proud, Who cried in goose, Alas, For the tireless heart within the little Lady with rod that made them rise From their noon apple-dreams and scuttle Goose-fashion under the skies! But now go the bells, and we are ready, In one house we are sternly stopped To say we are vexed at her brown study, Lying so primly propped. Home Join discussion forum E-mail Stormfront

83. [THE EQUILIBRISTS - John Crowe Ransom] - Stormfront White
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THE EQUILIBRISTS
Full of her long white arms and milky skin
He had a thousand times remembered sin.
Alone in the press of people traveled he,
Minding her jacinth, and myrrh, and ivory.
Mouth he remembered: the quaint orifice
From which came heat that flamed upon the kiss,
Till cold words came down spiral from the head.
Grey doves from the officious tower illsped. Body: it was a white field ready for love, On her body's field, with the gaunt tower above, The lilies grew, beseeching him to take, If he would pluck and wear them, bruise and break. Eyes talking: Never mind the cruel words, Embrace my flowers, but not embrace the swords. But what they said, the doves came straightway flying And unsaid: Honor, Honor, they came crying. Importunate her doves. Too pure, too wise, Clambering on his shoulder, saying, Arise, Leave me now, and never let us meet

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