Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
More And More
More and more frequently the edgesof me dissolve and I becomea wish to assimilate the world, includingyou, if possible through the skinlike a cool..
© Margaret Atwood
Habitation
Marriage is nota house or even a tentit is before that, and colder:the edge of the forest, the edgeof the desertthe unpainted stairsat the back where..
© Margaret Atwood
Flying Inside Your Own Body
Your lungs fill & spread themselves,wings of pink blood, and your bonesempty themselves and become hollow.When you breathe in you’ll lift like a..
© Margaret Atwood
Variations On The Word Love
This is a word we use to plugholes with. It's the right size for those warmblanks in speech, for those red heart-shaped vacancies on the page that..
© Margaret Atwood
This Is A Photograph Of Me
It was taken some time agoAt first it seems to bea smearedprint: blurred lines and grey flecksblended with the paper;then, as you scanit, you can see..
© Margaret Atwood
Helen Of Troy Does Countertop Dancing
The world is full of womenwho'd tell me I should be ashamed of myselfif they had the chance. Quit dancing.Get some self-respectand a day job.Right...
© Margaret Atwood
Is/Not
Love is not a professiongenteel or otherwisesex is not dentistrythe slick filling of aches and cavitiesyou are not my doctoryou are not my..
© Margaret Atwood
The Moment
The moment when, after many yearsof hard work and a long voyageyou stand in the centre of your room,house, half-acre, square mile, island..
© Margaret Atwood
A Sad Child
You're sad because you're sad.It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.Go see a shrink or take a pill,or hug your sadness like an eyeless dollyou..
© Margaret Atwood
Trees
But a tree hasa long suffering shapeIsspread in halfby 2 limbed fateRises from gray rainpavementsTo traffic in the bleakbrown airOf cities radar..
© Jack Kerouac
To Harpo Marx
O Harpo! When did you seem like an angelthe last time?and played the gray harp of gold?When did you steal the silverwareand bug-spray the guests?When..
© Jack Kerouac
The Scripture Of The Golden Eternity
1Did I create that sky? Yes, for, if it was anything other than a conception in my mind I wouldnt have said 'Sky'-That is why I am the golden..
© Jack Kerouac
Tenorman
Sweet sad young tenorHorn slumped around neckBearded full of junkSlouches waitingFor Apocalypse,Listens to the newNegro raw trumpet kidTell him the..
© Jack Kerouac
On Tears
Tears is the break of my brow,The moony tempestuousSitting downIn dark railyardsWhen to see my mother’s faceRecalling from the waking visionI wept to..
© Jack Kerouac
Nebraska
April doesnt hurt hereLike it does in New EnglandThe groundVast and brownSurrounds dry townsLocated in the dustOf the coming locustLive for survival..
© Jack Kerouac
In Vain
The stars in the skyIn vainThe tragedy of HamletIn vainThe key in the lockIn vainThe sleeping motherIn vainThe lamp in the cornerIn vainThe lamp in..
© Jack Kerouac
How To Meditate
lights out-fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneousecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,the gland inside of my brain dischargingthe good glad..
© Jack Kerouac
Hitchhiker
'Tryna get to sunny Californy' -Boom. It's the awful raincoatmaking me look like a selfdefeated self-murdering imaginary gangster, an idiot in a..
© Jack Kerouac