Mud Soup (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
1. Had the ham bone, had the lentils, Got to meat store for the salt pork, Got to grocery for ...
1. Had the ham bone, had the lentils, Got to meat store for the salt pork, Got to grocery for ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
Until thy feet have trod the Road Advise not wayside folk, Nor till thy back has borne the Load Break ...
What a girl called "the dailiness of life" (Adding an errand to your errand. Saying, "Since you're up . . ...
If, in an odd angle of the hutment, A puppy laps the water from a can Of flowers, and the ...
for Greg Fallon A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window. I don't think anyone notices the afternoon ...
Sometimes, I, too, tell the ah's of my heart one by one like the blood-red beads of a ruby rosary ...
Taut, thick fingers punch the teeth of my typewriter. Three words are down on paper in capitals: SPRING SPRING SPRING... ...
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This ...
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. ...
Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of steel On trees and roads and hills and all That can ...
(from a painting by hugo simberg) those who bear the wounded angel are they honoured or destroyed far beyond their ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
I'd walk her home after work buying roses and talking of Bechsteins. She was full of soul. Her small room ...
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
The flyer at the store a new zoo in town I loaded up my monster truck Almost ran over the ...
Like looking inside a Faberge Like a living foundry of Hell the maw of the oven glowing orange and red ...
like the message, the story in the devotion I was touched by the relationship connection in meeting this man something ...
Mesmerized, watching The skill, artistry Effortlessness in the heat Of the sweating craftsmen In the beach air On the Vineyard ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
How far is it to peace, the piper sighed, The solitary, sweating as he paused. Asphalt the noon; the ravens, ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began To paw at the air, and make for me with his ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
The conclusion is growing . . . I feel sure, my lord, this august court will entertain the plea Not ...
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig, bred when he was brittle, bred when big, how he's sweating to support ...
How this woman came by the courage, how she got the courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hot night ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
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