Degrees Of Gray In Philipsburg (Richard Hugo Poem)
You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was ...
You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. ...
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A ...
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
HERE'S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the ...
"You come and see me, boys," he said; "You'll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you ...
A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs but I've never seen wheat in a pile. Apples, potatoes, cabbages, ...
He opens the scullery door, and a sudden rush of wind, as raw as raw, brushes past him as he ...
Ancient Castle of Broughty Ferry With walls as strong as Londonderry; Near by the sea-shore, Where oft is heard and ...
I was a lawyer like Harmon Whitney Or Kinsey Keene or Garrison Standard, For I tried the rights of property, ...
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
2 a.m. December, and still no mon rising from the river. My mother home from the beer garden stands before ...
Shelves and stacks and shelves of skulls, a Dewey Decimal number inked on each unfurrowed forehead. Here's a skull who, ...
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