Results from COHEN'S POEMS: 1 - 10 of 28 total results for fish
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Sing to fish, embrace the beast, / But don't get up from the pond / With half your body a horse's body / Or wings from your backbone. / Sleep as a man beside the sleeping wolves / Without longing
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I yearn for you. Like a fish pulled to the minnow, the angler to the point of line and water, I am fixed in a strict demand, O king of absolute unity. What must I do to sweeten this expectancy, to rescue
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Even if my legs are made of stainless steel and a fish circles in the air at the height of my buttocks I am not protected from your agitation of my heart. I am a bee in your world. I am a squirrel. I
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ruining schedules and confusing fishing-men; / and now it has come out / some northern weather-keepers / in their secret journals / recorded the arrangement of a new constellation; / but we were
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A kite is a fish you have already caught / in a pool where no fish come, / so you play him carefully and long, / and hope he won't give up, / or the wind die down. / A kite is the last poem you've
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for my absolute poems will be crumpled / under a marble asylum / my absolute flight snarled like old fishing line: / What will I have in my head / to serve against logic brotherhood destiny?
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He is descending through cliffs / Or slow green water / And the hovering coloured fish / Kiss his snow-bruised body / And build their secret nests / In his fluttering winding-sheet.
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through the fingerprint forms of your world / I pray that no one can tell / that I am the stone in his shoe / that I fish in a woman's womb / for the pattern of snowflakes to come
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and let us find ourselves some tiny American fishing village / in unknown Florida / and park right a the edge of the sand, / a huge bus pointing out, / metallic, painted, solitary, / with New York
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I astonished women with my desire / I fished for them / with goggles and a spear / and I fed them / with what they had never eaten before / If you are a woman / and you follow