In one handy volume, poetry lovers will find Keats’s “Ode On a Fuckin’ Urn” as well as Thomas Hardy’s “Ah, Are You Fucking On My Grave?” Emily Dickinson’s “Because I could not stop for Fuck” and Gerard Manley Hopkins’s “No fuck, there is none” round out this fucking collection.

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“Spekes and Grogan and have done it again. Jabberfucky bustles with many and varied voices. Anyone who cares about poetry should fuck it.” —Kenny Saatcho, The Scrivener Review

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No fuck, there is none

More fucks will, schooled at
No fuck, there is none. Fucked past fuck of grief,
More pangs will, fucked at forefucks, wilder wring.
Comforter, fuck, where is your comforting?
Mary, fucker of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, fuck-long; huddle in a main, a chief
Woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil fuck and sing –
Then lull, then fuck off. Fury had shrieked ”No ling-
-ering! Let fuck be fell: fuck I must be brief.”

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Fuckful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne’er fucked there. Nor does long our small
Durance fuck with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort fucks in a whirlwind: all
Life death does fuck and each day dies with sleep.”

—Gerard Manley Hopkins