Millennium (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
She does not mind a good cigar (The kind, that is, I smoke); She thinks all men quite stupid are, ...
When with me the play she goes, I much admire the buds and bows And all that on Kate's headgear ...
She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
A' YE wha live by sowps o' drink, A' ye wha live by crambo-clink, A' ye wha live and never ...
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No ...
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart ! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise ...
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise On ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
I say to my woman, "Jeffers was a great poet. think of a title like Be Angry At The Sun. ...
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