A Happy Childhood (William Matthews Poems)
My mother stands at the screen door, laughing."Out out damn Spot," she commands our silly dog.I wonder what this means. ...
My mother stands at the screen door, laughing."Out out damn Spot," she commands our silly dog.I wonder what this means. ...
February on the narrow beach, 3oA.M. I set out south. Cape Cod Lighton its crumbling cliff above me turnsits wand ...
Stains on the casements,dustmotes, spiderless webs.No chairs, and a man waking up,or he's falling asleepMany first novels beginwith the hero ...
for Paul Levitt Be perpendicular to the basket,toes avid for the line.Already this descriptionis perilously abstract: the balland basket are ...
Here we picked wild strawberries,though in my memory we're neither herenor missing. Or I'd scuff outby myself at dusk, proudto ...
the only parts of the body the samesize at birth as they'll always be.'That's why all babies are beautiful,'Thurber used ...
Frail friends, I love you all!Maybe that's the trouble,storm in the eye of a storm.Everyone wants too much.Instead we gratefully ...
Usually I stay up late, my timealone. Tonight at 9o I can tellI'm only awake long enoughto put my sons ...
Walking with Jesus the slow,behind the beat. Mr. Resistance.Mr. Ohm, Mr. Exactly Lame.By some reluctance, somerestraint, if it be a ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
"Perhaps you'll tire of me," muses my love, although she's like a great city to me, or a park that ...
I was miserable, of course, for I was seventeen and so I swung into action and wrote a poem and ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life? DON JUAN, III, 63-4 ...
Most of the time he worked, a sort of sleep with a purpose, so far as I could tell. How ...
What did I think, a storm clutching a clarinet and boarding a downtown bus, headed for lessons? I had pieces ...
The lump of coal my parents teased I'd find in my Christmas stocking turned out each year to be an ...
I read to the entire plebe class, in two batches. Twice the hall filled with bodies dressed alike, each toting ...
I like divorce. I love to compose letters of resignation; now and then I send one in and leave in ...
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