Huxley Poems - Poems about Huxley

...Aldous Huxley with a famous granpa became a satirist of the dystopoia Poetic in the metaphysical modr 'Doors of Perfection' with its hidden codr......

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...From the erudite family ofHuxley cane Aldous with poetics so free Penning satirical novels so well his posey perhaps too metaphysical......

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... “The Waiting” eyes close the new chapter picks us up we find ourselves lost in the poetic dream stranded in a desert a lifetime away from home we are in the wai......

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... "The Broken Valkyrie" when the artificial sun replaced true Light, revolution was a forgotten Valkyrie, Liberty had been put to bed broken whore of ......

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... "WINTER" the beautiful season of suspension where we find our true selves hibernating under sacred blankets of wisdom won dreaming of all the days past, gon......

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...1. Kelly Lune: silk rose under dome opaque glass thwarted love preserved 2. Jack Collom Lune: the faded corsage under a dusty glass dome— missed spring ball NOT FOR CONTEST POET'S NOTE......

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... "How Huxley Sees the World" He composes his world - dream extractions simulated from the surreal reality of man colour cognitive from the dead moments we phantomise to ......

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...The nature of our spiral nebulae or Milky Way, is the size of our universe from where we stay. Believing that our nebulae is relatively small, Astronomer Curtis declared a far bigger call. Billio......

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..."The Third Degree" I’m thinking, if I am to commence this degree next year, then perhaps easier to have cats. I can’t leave a dog alone in the apartment all day. Unless I do the entire degree on-l......

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...A new day perhaps, of immeasurable tin, sound of din A hurricane noise, a thrall of riotous cuts, although thin The blood-curdle choke of rage from before Now purchased like plasma from the needle......

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...it's a nice box set each of the three fifteen hundred or so pages making up the entire work placed in a sturdy cardboard box embossed it was given to me on one of my birth days rememberin......

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...Huxley was in his nineteenth year, a freshman at a fancy school, the kind with excesses of ivy, who claimed they accepted no fools. The academics were no task, he’d always excelled with his mi......

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...At the station Paton stares at me from the train bound for Johannesburg He leaves a note to remember to mop up where the roof leaks This is after the British take Achebe and I's gods away before s......

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...Whole little worlds All in one place Some taking place sporadically Others simultaneously Some spin at neck-breaking speed And others turn with motion Almost imperceptible But they......

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...“I don't like that” I told him wide-eyed and anxiously. It reminded me of a time long ago, Not necessarily of someone I used to know But of someone who had helped himself anyway. Head tur......

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