The Moon (David Berman Poem)
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours, When all my soul was given to thee; ...
My youth was nothing but a black storm Crossed now and then by brilliant suns. The thunder and the rain ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
And the stone word fell On my still-living breast. Never mind, I was ready. I will manage somehow. Today I ...
OLD Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: "What have I done of all the ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
They dont make it the beautiful die in flame- sucide pills,rat poison,rope what- ever... they rip their arms off, throw ...
I held a moment in my hand, Brilliant as a star, Fragile as a flower, A shiny silver out of ...
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