Songs For A Colored Singer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
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