The Three Little Kittens (Clara Doty Bates Poems)
Knit, knit, knit, knit! See old white-capped Pussy sit, Fairly gray with worry and care, In her ...
Knit, knit, knit, knit! See old white-capped Pussy sit, Fairly gray with worry and care, In her ...
``Come and listen to my ditty.'' On that fam'd and ancient station Where to Thames the Medway runs, When in ...
Five nights agone I lay at rest On my suburban couch.My trousers on the bedpost hung, Red gold within their ...
I heard such a curious storyOf Santa Claus. Once, so they say,He set out to find what people were kind,Before ...
We are a people living in shells and moving Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious; Watching the world from a corner ...
Not long ago, I prayed for dying grace,For then I thought to see Thee face to ...
Tonight this house speaks to methrough the creaking in the cupboardsand the refrigerator's humming.Believe me, when this house shakesunder my ...
We are your Grand-Parents, the Grown-Ups! Covered with the cold sweats of the moon and the greensward. Our dry wines ...
Father is quite the greatest poet That ever lived anywhere. You say you're going to write great music- I chose ...
Not our barns, our silos; our cups overflowing with the bounty, the gifts of the Lord God's provision more than ...
They, whoever they are, say you should eat a good hot breakfast I don't think they had this in mind ...
Deleted emails Changed passwords Closed accounts Boxed memories Emptied closets And drawers Home-cooking finished Space in fridge and freezer Cupboards ...
Liner Notes - (from No More Mister Nice Girl) I was having a foul day. Some geezer harrassed me on ...
Papa above! Regard a Mouse O'erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom A "Mansion" for the Rat! Snug in ...
Seven tailored suits, matching shoes and socks, a brace of muted ties with subtle breast pocket handkerchiefs descried, you wouldn't ...
To say we've done it all before is not to bend the truth and though we've lost our youth the ...
What sort of man is coming To lie between your feet? What matter, we are but women. Wash; make your ...
We are a people living in shells and moving Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious; Watching the world from a corner ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
We think of hidden in a white dress among the folded linens and sachets of well-kept cupboards, or just out ...
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