New York City Hard Time Blues (Miguel Pinero Poems)
NYC BluesBig time time hard on on me bluesNew York City hard sunday morning bluesyeahJunkie waking upbones ache trying to ...
NYC BluesBig time time hard on on me bluesNew York City hard sunday morning bluesyeahJunkie waking upbones ache trying to ...
INot yet hast Thou soundedThy clangorous music,Whose strings are under the mountains…Not yet hast Thou spokenThe blooded, implacable Word…But I ...
A quaint old gabled cottage sleeps be-tween the raving hills.To right and left are livid strife, but on thedeep, wide ...
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,His face unshaven, and none the less,His hearty laugh and ...
Jason White has come ter town Drivin' his tin peddler's cart,Pans a-bangin' up an' down Like they'd tear theirselves apart;Kittles rattlin' underneath, Coal-hods ...
—Albert Parsonswent to his deathsinging Annie Laurie;didn't another havea rose in his coat—or was it a pink—dramatizing himself—Blooded rosestalkhanging out ...
TOWARDS the sun, towards the south-westA scorched breast.A scorched breast, breasting the sun like an answer,Like a retort.An eagle at ...
Creggan GraveyardIn Creggan graveyard I slept last night in despairWith the rising of the morning a woman came to me ...
First see those ample melons-brindled o'erWith mingled green and brown is all the rind;For they are ripe, and mealy at ...
Twenty-eight naked young women bathed by the shoreOr near the bank of a woodland lakeTwenty-eight girls and all of them ...
At nine fifteen a.m. on the first day of his eighty- first year. Why don't I first-person myself? I was ...
You would not believe, would youThat I came from good Welsh stock?That I was purer blooded than the white trash ...
What though the foe exultant carouses in the keep,His hirelings on the parapets to jeer our pennants torn?The fight began ...
I've horses seen of noble blood,And stopped to gaze and stare:But ne'er before to-day I stoodIn presence of a Mayor.I've ...
I don't mind the man with a red blooded kickAt a real or a fancied wrong;I can stand for the ...
You may have heard a dumb-ass claim that Katrina, a hurricane, is to blame for current stress upon our fiscal ...
Twenty-eight naked young women bathed by the shore Or near the bank of a woodland lake Twenty-eight girls and all ...
Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid ...
IN vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace, and doe myne humbled hart before her poure: the whiles ...
You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock? That I was purer blooded than the ...
On eves of cold, when slow coal fires, rooted in basements, burn and branch, brushing with smoke the city air; ...
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