The Hermit Goes Up Attic (Maxine Kumin Poem)
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
Laertes has groupies, proof he has taste, has cool. Wears skate-board clothes: elephant pants, the crotch snagging his knees, tent-size ...
Let us suppose, valleys & such ago, one pal unwinding from his labours in one bar of Chicago and this ...
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Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology, And fools can think those lamps of purest light Whose numbers, ways, greatness, eternity, ...
SLOW the limpid currents twining, Brawl along the lonely dell, 'Till in one wild stream combining, Nought its rapid course ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
If Mary had known When she held her Babe's hands in her own Little hands that were tender and white ...
He hangs on dangling handholds As the train sways and careens Endless nondescript buildings unfold Their secrets as the tired ...
Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom, and Charley, The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
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