Faith Healing (Philip Larkin Poem)
Slowly the women file to where he stands Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair, Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly ...
Slowly the women file to where he stands Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair, Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away They were waiting there in ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Long ago, long ago the green metal of the statue in the nearby park was a man in faraway lands, ...
Prayers for peace rose up in many tongues from the congregation gathered round a new pole hewn by parishioner hands ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
He yelled at me in Greek, my God!â?"It's not his language and I'm no good atâ?"his Aramaic, wasâ?"I am a ...
God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, with a thatch of hair on his head in the beginning. Henry ...
at seventeen was i, so old so young. and it was there i first met war. i saw their broken ...
THE HOUSE OF DUST A Symphony BY CONRAD AIKEN To Jessie NOTE . . . Parts of this poem have ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
Thrice welcome home to Hawick, Mr J. Graham Henderson, For by your Scotch tweeds a great honour you have won; ...
"My propositions serve as elucidations in the following way: anyone who understands them eventually recognizes them as nonsensical, when he ...
Dust is Blowing Blood is Flowing Dead are Worming U.N. are Groaning French are Moaning Bush Gets Going Protestors are ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
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