Results from COHEN'S POEMS: 11 - 20 of 28 total results for fish
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There's no more fishing / in the Big Hearted River / Leave us alone / We are becoming something new / They have gone back into the world / to be with the ones / who labour with their total bodies
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Go by brooks, love, / Where fish stare, / Go by brooks, / I will pass there. / Go by rivers, / Where eels throng, / Rivers, love, / I won't be long. / Go by oceans, / Where whales sail, / Oceans,
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as scaleless fish. / They have smiled quietly at me, / and with their friends -- / I wonder what they see. / O cities of the Decapolis, / call us Alexander, Demetrius, Nicanor... / Dark women, soon
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through the bright water / and keep abreast of fish and water snakes; / if I could ruin my feathers / in flight before the sun; / do you think that I would remain in this room, / reciting poems to
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Hurry to the fish hook. Hurry to your destiny. Hurry to your cunt. Hurry to your vision of G-d. Time is like an arrow. Hurry to the bank. Hurry to your unborn children. Hurry to your thin body and your
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the silver out of the night / like fish eating the spheres / of air out of the river / So the illumined night fed / the sleeping orchards / entering the vaults of branches / like a holy procession
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like a fish / in a liquid air experiment. / Thus withers the Civil Triumph / Laws rush in to corset the collapse) / for you are mistress to the Mayor, / he electrocuted in your frozen juices.
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round and round the hidden fish, / is there something to do as the sun / seizes and hardens the ridge of rocks? / Distant face, like an icon's / disciplined to tenderness, / my silence, it is for
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balancing wish with loss until / we own nothing but our perfect longing. / The Fish Strikes Again / with its tiny crosses, / its misty sperm ocean past. / / 1964
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I am a souvenir of creation / You sank like a fish hook / through the layered mirrors of self love / O God change your name in my heart / Buy me buy me cries / the April sun bomb / Buy me cries