Ballade of the Traffickers (Franklin P. Adams Poems)
Up goes the price of our bread--Up goes the cost of our caking!People must ever be fed;Bakers must ever be ...
Up goes the price of our bread--Up goes the cost of our caking!People must ever be fed;Bakers must ever be ...
We are but animals on a deserted island.Beasts who could not fit into Noah's ark, drivenby invisible arrows and spears.No ...
"Tweet" pipes the robin as the cat creeps byHer nestling young that in the elderns lie,And then the bluecap tootles ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
THE RIVAL SUITORSWainamoinen, old and truthful,Long considered, long debated,How to woo and win the daughterOf the hostess of Pohyola,How to ...
OSMOTAR THE BRIDE-ADVISERNow the bride must be instructed,Who will teach the Maid of Beauty,Who instruct the Rainbow-daughter?Osmotar, the wisdom-maiden,Kalew's fair ...
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.Osmotar, the bride-instructor,Gives the wedding-guests this counsel,Speaks these measures to the bridegroom:"Ilmarinen, artist-brother,Best of all my hero-brothers,Of my ...
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SOWING.Then arose old Wainamoinen,With his feet upon the island,On the island washed by ocean,Broad expanse devoid of verdure;There remained ...
WAINAMOINEN'S BOAT-BUILDING.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,For his boat was working lumber,Working long upon his vessel,On a fog-point jutting seaward,On an ...
IPrince of Bards was old Aneurin;He the grand Gododin sang;All his numbers threw such fire in,Struck his harp so wild ...
There was once a little animal,No bigger than a fox,And on five toes he scamperedOver Tertiary rocks.They called him Eohippus,And ...
I do not quarrel with the gas,Our modern range is fine,The ancient stove was doomed to passFrom Time's grim firing ...
I was the child that passed long hours away Chopping red beetroot in the hay-piled barn; Now must I spend ...
No counsel with them no one beside them their advocates on the chopping block No one their to balance the ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
The cruelty of P. L. Brown- (He had ten toes as good as mine) Was known to every one in ...
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle ...
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