Dan’s Wife (Anonymous Americas Poems)
Up in early morning light,Sweeping, dusting, "setting right,"Oiling all the household springs,Sewing buttons, tying strings,Telling Bridget what to do,Mending rips ...
Up in early morning light,Sweeping, dusting, "setting right,"Oiling all the household springs,Sewing buttons, tying strings,Telling Bridget what to do,Mending rips ...
A hundred mares, all white! their manesLike mace-reed of the marshy plainsThick-tufted, wavy, free o' the ...
The moon on the oceanWas dimmed by a rippleAffording a chequered delight;The gay jolly tarsPassed a word for the tipple,And ...
Love sat at ease upon Time's bony knee; Pulled his grey beard; paddled his finger-tips Among his wrinkles; smote his ...
With saucy air and curtly hail;With rakish stern and meager crew,They bristle up beneath the rail,And warp the giant liners ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
upon the Unemployed Tom-garlanded with squat and surly steel Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick By him and rips out ...
In a week or ten days the snow and ice will melt from Cemetery Road. I'm coming! Don't move! Once ...
(i) absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder the green fairy burbles what's this 'ere when vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk ...
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
When your marrer bone seems 'oller, And you're glad you ain't no taller, And you're all a-shakin' like you 'ad ...
More like a vault -- you pull the handle out and on the shelves: not a lot, and what there ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories