shocked (Rg Gregory Poem)
the cupboard was done up on the outside in the brightest of colours the house it was part of was ...
the cupboard was done up on the outside in the brightest of colours the house it was part of was ...
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which ...
I came home and found a lion in my room... A ...
As I glazed upon Your stars, And the glory of Your moon; Filled with peace inside me, In hope Your ...
The ruins of red brick and stone just above the surface of the loch walk down to the shore, by ...
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
I'll tell you an old-fashioned story That Grandfather used to relate, Of a joiner and building contractor; 'Is name, it ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
for Allen Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula The winter storm Off the Atlantic shook the schoolhouse. Mrs. ...
When Mother died I thought: now I'll have a death poem. That was unforgivable. Yet I've since forgiven myself as ...
A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind ...
When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With ...
The Morning after Woe -- 'Tis frequently the Way -- Surpasses all that rose before -- For utter Jubilee -- ...
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
He stared up into my eyes with a look I can almost see now. He had that look in his ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back. He thought they was old friends. He felt on the stair where ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
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