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Author: WOLFF, REBECCA Matches Found: 55 Wolff, Rebecca Poet's Biography 55 poems available by this author 4:30 LAKESHORE LIMITED WAS IN THE PAST First Line: Repeatedly, being strong %long ago %we started to move Last Line: I know how I get. %that impulse ASHTABULA COUNTY: IN MOTION First Line: Black dog trapped on Last Line: Highways and byways ASHTABULA COUNTY: IN PLACE First Line: Be careful what you ask for, today's Last Line: Up above and I can't get down %to it BELL RINGER FOR WEATHER First Line: Cold starts with the sun gone down Last Line: Caught napping BREEDER SONNET Poem Text Recitation by Author First Line: Corpulent / filamen BROADS ABROAD: ELIZABETH BISHOP & JANE BOWLES First Line: Approaching the subject in a gamine, Last Line: Dried up nicely now and fuming with detection CHINATOWN, OH First Line: It all goes down at the grand hotel Last Line: For him: public demonstration CONQUERING AMBIVALENCE First Line: I didn't understand where all the feeling Last Line: One asleep and waking, one decapitated, kissing CONSTANT IN OPAL First Line: No one has gotten any older without Last Line: That's the plainest plea you'll ever hear from me CONTENT IS KING Poem Text First Line: I queen it / over emptiness. Subject(s): Mothers COUCHED First Line: As in cloaked. Made with little marks Last Line: So very much. Time to cry out DAY LABORERS First Line: On the construction site Last Line: In the afterglow of the newly minted DEVIL IN MASSACHUSETTS First Line: At last, an apple a day. Now Last Line: In our period garb DISTINGUISHED REUNION First Line: I took a walk across the top Last Line: Where your loneliness and majesty are most absurd, %most deferred to DON'T KNOW WHAT TO CALL HIM BUT HE'S MIGHT LAK A ROSE First Line: It is a red wax candle Last Line: Just don't hurt me EMINENT VICTORIANS Poem Text First Line: Half a day is dead already-- Subject(s): Babies; Breast Feeding; Infants; Nursing (infants) EVERYTHING DEMYSTIFIED First Line: On the long drive to consummation Last Line: Change to explain and it's hard not to be boring EXPERIMENT IN DIVINATION: VOICE AND CHARACTER Poem Text First Line: There is a curiosity that knows Subject(s): Mind, The; Thought; Thinking FIREFLY First Line: We have opened up an establishment %by the side of the road. Occupying Last Line: By the firelight %is extinguished FLAME ON First Line: Every time I approach this borrowed hearth I see the face Last Line: Motion of the mind. He just barely scratches the surface HE WRAPPED HIMSELF IN MY WARMEST... First Line: On the subway (gun to temple) individual Last Line: On the corner spins on a dime to apprehend a noisemaker I LIKED IT SO MUCH HE GAVE IT TO ME AS A PRESENT First Line: Freud's letter freight the night-stand, a tacit Last Line: Restructured' as in old russia. Crude mode %of rapproacement, badly dubbed dna INTERMINABLE SILENCE First Line: These fakirs really know how to eat- Last Line: Inside to mom for cosseting IT ALL ENDS IN RESIGNATION First Line: If you, yourself a gentleman Last Line: #name? LETTERS, YOUNG AND OLD POETS First Line: And when you despaired, what sustained you? Last Line: A struggle to keep up my end LOST IN THOUGHT, THE BABY Poem Text First Line: Primarily / I am a mother Subject(s): Mothers LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR First Line: This is paradise. Sitting in the hot sun, Last Line: Losing its dew. When you are happy: MAMMA DIN'T RAISE NO FOOLS Poem Text First Line: He died before we could honor Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies MISTER PITIFUL: A LITERARY BIOGRAPHY First Line: They say a billion images- Last Line: In the garden when you feed your breasts to me, aretha MOM GETS LAID First Line: In all manner of positions Last Line: The hearth no colder MOTION PICTURE ADAPTATION First Line: It is moonlight. We have a body full Last Line: Oh be sure. I can already hear his roar %when I unveil him in the lair.' OBSOLETE COIN First Line: In diverse groups %and agitated form Last Line: The breath of the creator: deep in the trough, cycling %through irreversibility OCCASIONAL POEM First Line: Nobody lives in your sleep. Last Line: Of rest, and love's transition is from pasture %to pasture OUT OF TOWN First Line: We are approaching a mountain, Last Line: We contemplate anachronism PARKERESQUE Poem Text First Line: I'd like a / lidless PORTRAIT Poem Text First Line: The thing to avoid is in that frame Last Line: Of the garden, then why not call it martyrdom? Subject(s): Portraits PORTRAIT First Line: The thing to avoid is in that frame Last Line: Of the garden, then why not call it %martyrdom Subject(s): Portraits PRESS PLAY First Line: In your truck without a notion, fighting a lot of feeling Last Line: Falls meaningless PROVERBIAL HANDSHAKE: THE SHARON OLDS POEM First Line: During intercourse, after orgasm, I recently discovered, Last Line: Or like a handshake over a heavy oaken desktop. Only firmer Variant Title(s): The Proverbial Handshak PUBLIC SPACE: SUITE First Line: I was woefully under-briefed Last Line: I don't understand why you're so homeless RICH OWN US First Line: And we know that they own %everything worth owning Last Line: Eat the rich ROMANCE Poem Text First Line: Sometimes even now I get this feeling Subject(s): Hitchhikers; Loneliness; Language; Words; Vocabulary ROWENA SWALLOWS YR. NOCTURNAL SPOOGE First Line: Beginning with a fantasy of abuse, Last Line: (scooped it up too often in the dark of night.) ROYAL BEGONIA First Line: She stole soil from the royal gardens Last Line: Kicked the royal earth with her royal toe RUN CATCH KISS First Line: I was never a simple organism SEDUCTION THEORY First Line: Reading a lengthy article on SLEEPHOOD First Line: It has something to do with grasping SPENDING THE DAY ON A SLEEPING PORCH Poem Text First Line: This is the enclosure my family Last Line: At every opportunity Subject(s): Day; Family Life; Sleep; Relatives SPENDING THE DAY ON A SLEEPING PORCH First Line: This is the enclosure my family Last Line: Endlessly, or they will kill themselves %at every opportunity Subject(s): Day; Family Life; Sleep SPRING FORWARD, FALL BACK First Line: These particular urns are so generous Last Line: And our camouflage resists distinction SUN IN WINTER First Line: Late afternoon the starving light %denudes a neighbor's tree, transfers Last Line: Tiding: antidote to venom of our imagery's %declining SYLLOGISM First Line: One is one too many, pathos %being the domain of the rhetorician Last Line: Over their hot heads %and ours. No one %has ever loved anybody TUNNEL VISIONARY First Line: Dead men dangling Last Line: Darkness from daylight in kudzu-like %fever to enslave VISIONS OF NEVER BEING HEARD FROM AGAIN Poem Text First Line: I stopped by to see you but you were not home Subject(s): Absence; Religion; Separation; Isolation; Theology WORLD IS MY CLOISTER First Line: Last night I sliced the tip of my thumb off-again, Last Line: ...In which a joke falls flat. End of riddle |
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