After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok (Amy Lowell Poem)
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
Goodbye, lady in Bangor, who sent me snapshots of yourself, after definitely hinting you were beautiful; goodbye, Miami Beach urologist, ...
IN a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, ...
In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them With ...
I remember well making that old little trivet popsicle sticks, real ones not craft sticks made for that purpose these ...
A dab of glue A sprig of fir A bit of ribbon Craft fair at home. A perfect present, Knick ...
There were long hyphens in our day- When no one spoke; no one exhaled As we contemplated the broken puzzles- ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
I'll tell thee everything I can: There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
'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. ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
There is a child I used to know who sat, perhaps, at this same desk where you sit now, and ...
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward work in fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur. The shop ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot ...
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from ...
O all ye exorcizers come and exorcize now, and ye clergymen draw nigh and clerge, For I wish to be ...
For years we've had a little dog, Last year we acquired a big dog; He wasn't big when we got ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Say Bazonka every day That's what my grandma used to say It keeps at bay the Asian Flu' And both ...
They are, the surfaces, gorgeous: a master pastry chef at work here, the dips and whorls, the wrist-twist squeezes of ...
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