Results from COHEN'S POEMS: 1 - 10 of 44 total results for The only poem
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This is the only poem / I can read / I am the only one / can write it / Others seem to think / the past can guide them / My own music / is not merely naked / It is open-legged / It is like a
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This is the only poem / I can read / I am the only one / can write it / I didn't kill myself / when things went wrong / I didn't turn / to drugs or teaching / I tried to sleep / but when I couldn'
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let us make the French talk English, / not only here but everywhere, / let us torture the Senate individually / until they confess, / let us purge the New Party, / let us encourage the dark races
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It's the only fair way. Gives the public an opportunity to see exactly where their money goes. And I've managed to get the Spastic and Polio and Cancer people to see the light. It's the only fair way.
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A strange public generosity prevails. / Only too well he knows the tiny moment when / everything is possible, when pride is loved, beauty held / in common, like having an exquisite sister, / and a
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Stories turning into theories / which begged only for the telling and retelling / Girls sailing over the blooms of my mouth / with a muscular triangular kiss / ordinary mouth to secret mouth / Nevertheless
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But there is only one choice between ghettos and battalions, between whips and the weariest patriotic arrogance.... / I wanted to keep my body free as when it woke up in Eden. I kept it strong. There
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leaving only the dullest brown sparrows / for spring negotiations. / I told you we were fools / to have them in our games, / but you replied: / They are only wind-up birds / who strut on scarlet
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but nothing in the sky responds. / The branches only give a sound / to miles of wind. / With your body and your speaking / you have spoken for everything / robbed me of my strangerhood, / made me
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You have the lovers, / they are nameless, their histories only for each other, / and you have the room, the bed and the windows. / Pretend it is a ritual. / Unfurl the bed, bury the lovers, blacken