Labor Song (Arthur Desmond Poems)
'Above the Senates brawl - the maddening roar for gain, Do you hear the Christmas Carol - the felons clanking ...
'Above the Senates brawl - the maddening roar for gain, Do you hear the Christmas Carol - the felons clanking ...
GARDENING is hardeningIn every way you view it;It makes a fellow hustle,And it strengthens every muscle;It knots up many a ...
Once more the Night, like some great dark drop-sceneEclipsing horrors for a brief entr'acte,Descends, lead-weighty. Now the space between,Fringed with ...
The old men rake the yards for winterBurning the autumn-fallen leaves.They have no lives, the one or the other.The leaves ...
The stronger winds the rain in the night exposing the limbs the arms of the trees stripped bare of their ...
Someone finding, fragments, words I have written calling them to these snippets of my life from so far away Wondering ...
While raking, mowing gathering them in the yellow, the red, orange leaves the wind blowing, swirling, catching our work in ...
Last year's maple leaf, or maybe older still no flesh remaining, just the dry bones maybe the veins and arteries, ...
Mulch, beside the house By the foundation, under the wet, Decaying broad oak leaves Renewing the soil, as they do ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds, Texas. What did Judy say? "God-forsaken is beautiful, too." A very old ...
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
They came from the lower levels Deep down in the Brilliant mine; From the wastes where the whirlwind revels, Whirling ...
This was the way of it, don't you know -- Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurial. And when she says, "I'll never ...
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