Search (7596 total) · Digital Collections - University at Buffalo Libraries

7596 items found for search term

The Joyces at Rocofoin--Madame Monnier, Adrienne Monnier, Sylvia Beach, James Joyce and M. Monnier
LIB-PC007-JacobusB11F489a.pdf
So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me.
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross.
And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon.
He did swim in deep waters, on his belly, on his back, sideways with all his body, with his feet only, with one hand in the air.
Immediately thereafter were appointed for him seventeen thousand nine hundred and thirteen cows, to furnish him with milk.
I saw them, said Epistemon, 'all very busily employed in seeking of rusty pins and old nails in the kennels of the streets.
Mandolin With Rain by Bernhard Frank, 2008
Frontispiece.
I heard and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air.
I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away.
And the rain poured down from one black cloud.
Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread.
'The game is done! I've won! I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Since thou art pitiless, thy weary way
The altercation waxed hot in words ; which moved the gaping hoydens of the sottish Parisians to run from all parts thereabouts.
Border to border
The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone.
The Book of Quels by Bernhard Frank, 2011
The Pygmies of the Heart by Bernhard Frank, 2009
James Joyce and Sylvia Beach in doorway of Shakespeare and Company
"I moved my lips," the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit
It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes.
Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold.
Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye.
But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear.
The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she.
O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!
And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe.
My hatchet, lord Jupiter, my hatchet ! only my hatchet, O Jupiter !
Without and ado It slipt into the shoe!
Far away Shines a single ray.
Who are you, You queer little crew?
Nevermore.
Mann on Man: Themes and Variations by Bernhard Frank, 2009
By thy long beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there.
About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night.
This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight!
They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes.
Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink.
Robert Bertholf
By sucking very much at the purses of the pleading parties, they to the suits already begot form head, feet, claws, beaks, teeth, &c.
By arm, leg, or head, He dragged all the urchins from under the bed.
http://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/upimage/VF_I18C_014.pdf
The secret of the Sphinx.
It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon.
[Vancouver Poetry Conference, 1963] / Charles Olson.
Too late he feels, by look, and deed, and word, How often he has crucified his Lord.
On, through morass and slough, he strives to fly From hateful memories of days gone by.
Transdix'd with awe, he feels his God is nigh
Open here I flung the shutter.
Wandering from the Nightly shore.
On this home by Horror haunted.
Sorrow for the lost Lenore.
Homeresque: A Trojan War Cycle by Bernhard Frank, 2009
The 4 Lives of Hamlet by Bernhard Frank, 2010
ANATKH.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
James Joyce with Ezra Pound, John Quinn, and Ford Madox Ford
Oh, Granny, your teeth are tremendous in size! They're to eat you! - and he ate her!
And here and there along the track Dropping a pebble to guide him back.
I'm going to my granny's to carry this jar And this cake from my mother. Indeed! Is it Far?
Now pumpkins-some fry 'em, some boil 'em, some stew 'em But no one before ever made one a brougham!
The Joyces at Rocofoin, a portfolio of eight photographs of the Joyces with Adrienne Monnier and her family
The end releases other men from strife, His fate is ceaseless toil and deathless life.
Spell-bound, they gather far and near to scan The weird senescence of that wondrous man.
Now when fantastic visions fill the air, Sorrow surrenders to a dull despair.
--Here I opened wide the door -- Darkness there, and nothing more.
And a Time to Lie by Eli Netzer, Translated by Bernhard Frank, 2005
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round.
I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech.
[Poetry reading at Baldy Hall, University at Buffalo, December 17, 1978] / Edward Dorn.
John in the Wilderness by Bernhard Frank, 2006
He saw on her cheek a tear-drop glisten, So he hid himself under her chair to listen.
Every step be nearer set, Oped the eyes of violet.
Until he reached the grandest room of all, The banquet-hall.
Then haste to your stations And make him the lowest of low salutations
That embowered pile did seem A cloud from some fantastic dream.
Reporter, 1992-10-15
Dear Mr. Thacher
Comrades,' said Gargantua to his men, 'I hear the enemies' horse-feet ; let us rally and close here, then set forward in order, and by this means we shall be able to receive their charge, to their loss and our honour.
The Judgement Day! He hears the trumpet's blast
In vain they offer wine, with drunken jest
I saw Epictetus there most gallantly apparelled after the French fashion, sitting under a pleasant arbour, with store of handsome gentle-women, making good cheer.
Ted Berrigan: Buffalo days
Ed Dorn: rolling stock.
Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!
James Joyce with Sylvia Beach, Cyprian Beach and John Rodker at Shakespeare and Company
The abode, I suppose, of a man of position? The palace, said they 'of a mighty magician!'
Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!