A Happy Childhood (William Matthews Poems)
My mother stands at the screen door, laughing."Out out damn Spot," she commands our silly dog.I wonder what this means. ...
My mother stands at the screen door, laughing."Out out damn Spot," she commands our silly dog.I wonder what this means. ...
The bright blessed day with joy we seeRise out of the sea at dawning;It lightens the sky unceasingly,Our gain and ...
The bright blessed day with joy we seeRise out of the sea at dawning;It lightens the sky unceasingly,Our gain and ...
Beatus ille, qui procul negotiis - Horace:Happy the man, who far from life's allureIs not too rich - and likewise ...
Nine days gone, darling, tellingrudely my living off while gulls spillingdownwind their aimless prideor blackfish tamed by the beachsense something ...
For the first twenty years you are still growingBodily that is: as a poet, of course,You are not born yet. ...
O waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk,Gin your feathering be sheen!"And waly, waly, my master dear,Gin ye look pale and lean!"O ...
Oor Rab's in his bed, an' he's sleepin' sae soun'That afore he wad wauken the hoose micht fa' doon.Sae I'll ...
My dear railway station, my treasure Of meetings and partings, my friend In times of hard trials and pleasure, Your ...
Obedient daily dress, You cannot always keep That unfakable young surface. You must learn your lines - Anger, amusement, sleep; ...
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
Corner store, Hole in the wall, loaded for every need A story of Storyville and how its done down in ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
Tell you what I like the best -- 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the ...
Alas! I see that thrushes three Are ravishing my old fig tree, In whose green shade I smoked my pipe ...
When I was brash and gallant-gay Just fifty years ago, I hit the ties and beat my way From Maine ...
Strumming your polished guitar with long, nail-lightened fingers, where are you now, leaning forward a peasant-dressed arm - lark on ...
(Rock Lake, Canada) In this country there is neither measure nor balance To redress the dominance of rocks and woods, ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
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