Snow Day (Billy Collins Poem)
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once on an evening in a desolate place far from the madding crowds eternal strife I stood ...
The opposite seeks the opposite and the drop of black grows within white until turning white into black and conversely ...
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
Whether what we sense of this world is the what of this world only, or the what of which of ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Dapples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north, I have nothing to say except that it dapples my ...
Westward, hit a low note, for a roarer lost across the Sound but north from Bremerton, hit a way down ...
Huffy Henry hid the day, unappeasable Henry sulked. I see his point,â?"a trying to put things over. It was the ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
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