Circulation (Raymond Carver Poem)
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
The thing comes of itself (Look up to see the cat & the squirrel, the one torn, a red thing, ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One: Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun. Five rosy ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
There was a young patrolman who Had large but tender feet; They always hurt him badly when He walked upon ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
Halls grew darker and somehow faded. Grates of windows drowned in black. Every knight, every beautiful lady Knew the tiding: ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
Thou shalt no God but me adore: 'Twere too expensive to have more. No images nor idols make For Roger ...
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
In a motion of night they massed nearer my post. I hummed a short blues. When the stars went out ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces, of liberations, and beloved faces, such as now ere dawn he sings. ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
It was wet & white & swift and where I am we don't know. It was dark and then it ...
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
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