For the Union Dead (Robert Lowell Poem)
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
Talking of the creator active and hands on touching us, our dirt, the clay of our forms giving us life ...
Talking of the creator God, in creating, active and hands on touching us, our dirt, within the potter's hands adding ...
Three days after her birthday Shanequa held two balloons each one decorated in bright colors festooned with "Happy Birthday" one ...
A house of princesses greeted our three on the return from the church, the pageant practice a lost memory as ...
Jots of thoughts in my journal How does editing sound, Illegible words, random thoughts Scratching out the rhyme Fighting the ...
Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a ...
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
You've seen Balloons set -- Haven't You? So stately they ascend -- It is as Swans -- discarded You, For ...
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
Now it is time to say what you have to say. The room is quiet. The whirring fan has been ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its ...
Him goin' to ride for us! Him -- with the pants and the eyeglass and all. Amateur! don't he just ...
Cold frosty mornings Ice on window pain Huddle under coats keep the warmth in Tiptoe down the stairs all quiet ...
Scarlet as the cloth draped over a sword, white as steaming rice, blue as leschenaultia, old curried towns, the frog ...
My parents thought that I would be As great as Edison or greater: For as a boy I made balloons ...
The bloom was off the economic recovery. "I just want to know one thing," she said. What was that one ...
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