Dan, The Wreck (Henry Lawson Poem)
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
"'As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins?" "Now 'ow in the devil would I know?" "'E's taken my girl out walkin', An' ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I ...
Please master can I touch your cheeck please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen ...
Finding a way, to get it all done to balance the interests, to get the access the hearing needed, to ...
Cod cakes, handmade with her hands butter, egg, potato and cod, in wooden boxes salted and saved for our dinner ...
Forget the frank, Give me the Fenway sausage. Lansdowne or Yawkey, Just give me the street, the crowds, the carts. ...
Smell of oil, of chlorine Burn the nose of this six year old My grandfather in his domain At the ...
College was wasted on the lot of us at least in that moment or maybe it was the intoxication of ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
What is left now that we've used the last excuse, what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail, She looked so limp and bedraggled, So foolish and trusting, ...
In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins ...
The first ones were attached to my dress at the waist, one on either side, right at the point where ...
Something has fallen wordlessly and holds still on the black driveway. You find it, like a jewel, among the empty ...
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