The Twelve-Forty-Five (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
What could be dafter Than John Skelton's laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank ...
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers -- where the Toes should be ...
These are the days when Birds come back -- A very few -- a Bird or two -- To take ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Among the taller wood with ivy hung, The old fox plays and dances round her young. She snuffs and barks ...
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, And heron slow as if it might be caught. The flopping crows ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with ...
In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins ...
Striding through the gates of learning, Wrapped warmly in her black abaya, Modestly cloaked head to toe, Not a hair ...
The word goes round Repins, the murmur goes round Lorenzinis, at Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers, the ...
The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking Of thee, thee, only thee. ...
In through the porch and up the silent stair; Little is changed, I know so well the ways;-- Here, the ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
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