Glass (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide, Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide; To let in all ...
O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide, Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide; To let in all ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Liner Notes - (from No More Mister Nice Girl) I was having a foul day. Some geezer harrassed me on ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
for tess Tonight there's a crowd in my head: all the things you are not yet. You are words without ...
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
It feels a shame to be Alive -- When Men so brave -- are dead -- One envies the Distinguished ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Cool summer nights. Windows open. Lamps burning. Fruit in the bowl. And your head on my shoulder. These the happiest ...
To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl; 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that ...
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air, Reach to its rest, ...
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what? (Richard Brautigan)
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
In law an infant, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense ...
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
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