To A New England Poet (Philip Freneau Poem)
Though skilled in Latin and in Greek, And earning fifty cents a week, Such knowledge, and the income, too, Should ...
Though skilled in Latin and in Greek, And earning fifty cents a week, Such knowledge, and the income, too, Should ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
What is better than leaving a bar in the middle of the afternoon besides staying in it or not having ...
The first and last time I met my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at a protest poetry reading against some anti-constitutional ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
It is amazing, while I lay in bed, I had the lines roaring through my head like locusts on the ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
"Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink? Why shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so to speak? ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father's embarrassed young man's face. Sheepish grin, he holds in ...
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
A short direction To avoid dejection, By variations In occupations, And prolongation Of relaxation, And combinations Of recreations, And disputation ...
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
I walked into the night-club in the morning; There was kummel on the handle of the door. The ashtrays were ...
The shades of night was fallin' slow As through New York a guy did go And nail on ev'ry barroom ...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
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