Mount Houvenkopf (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned, And draws a cloak of trees about his breast. The thunder roars but ...
Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned, And draws a cloak of trees about his breast. The thunder roars but ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
In the cacophony of human lives so many stimuli, so much information drowning us, polluted waters, our daily grind dots ...
After the chaos, the blizzard of wrapping, boxes, bows toys and games and clothes being torn from their slumber the ...
If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes Will keep my talk from getting overwise, I'm not the ...
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
Beyond Siberia again Siberia, beyond impenetrable forest again forest. And beyond it waste ground, where a blizzard of snow breaks ...
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, ...
THE WEST window is a panel of marching onions. Five new lilacs nod to the wind and fence boards. The ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf song under the ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
In January everything freezes. We have two children. Both are she'ses. This is our January rule: One girl in bed, ...
Who is the happy husband? Why, indeed, 'Tis he who's useless in the time of need; Who, asked to unclasp ...
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