Loud Music (Stephen Dobyns Poem)
My stepdaughter and I circle round and round. You see, I like the music loud, the speakers throbbing, jam-packing the ...
My stepdaughter and I circle round and round. You see, I like the music loud, the speakers throbbing, jam-packing the ...
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When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves ...
In Ebon Box, when years have flown To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there! To ...
I got so I could take his name -- Without -- Tremendous gain -- That Stop-sensation -- on my Soul ...
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
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You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
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You little box, held to me escaping So that your valves should not break Carried from house to house to ...
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(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
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