What Were They Like? (Denise Levertov Poem)
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? ...
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
(From The Jungle Book) As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled Once, twice, and again! And a doe leaped ...
Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the hardcore.It was the coldest night of the ...
THERE was a giant in time of old, A mighty one was he; He had a wife, but she was ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
Flat hoods sit splayed on our backs wool, buffalo plaid inside, pulled forward, catch hair before the snorkel coats the ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I'll tell thee everything I can: There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
He thought he saw an Elephant, That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter ...
'Haddock's Eyes' or 'The Aged Aged Man' or 'Ways and Means' or 'A-Sitting On A Gate' I'll tell thee everything ...
I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
He thought he saw an Elephant That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way, No chickadee was troubled, small moss smiled on his swift passage. ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with ...
Out where the grey streams glide, Sullen and deep and slow, And the alligators slide From the mud to the ...
We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her ...
Oh! the dew-wet grass of the meadow in North Carolina Through which Rebecca followed me wailing, wailing, One child in ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important ...
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